parakeet

up'ın sonlarına doğru damardan işitilen rem şarkısı. 90'larda hayatının en neşeli günlerini geçiren, bu yılların sonrasında hayatın zırvalarıyla karşılaşan adamı, ağaçlara tırmanamayan ve dolayısıyla çöpleri eşeleyen kedileri anlatır. ve bütün bunlar michael stipe'ın depresif vokaliyle birleşir.

you wake up in the morning
and fall out of your bed
mean cats eat parakeets
and this one's nearly dead
you dearly wish the wind would shift
and greasy windows slide
open for the parakeet
who's colored bitter lime

open the window
and lift into your dreams
lately baby
you can barely breathe

a broken wrist
an accident
you know that something's wrong
you fold the leavings of your past
no one knows you've gone
the sunspot flares of the `early
nineties light up your wings`
and scan the shortwave radio
it's tracking outer rings

the tectonic dispatcher shifts
to smooth the ocean floor
and flattens out to warmer winds
of brisbane's sunny shore
where buddhas tend to mending wrists
a tea made from the leaves
of eucalyptus fragrances
and coriander seeds

you wake up in the morning
to warm pacific breeze
where mean cats chew on licorice
and cannot climb the trees

open your window
and lift into a dream
baby baby
baby starts to breathe