Sting - Language Of Birds Lyrics
They say there's an underground river,
That none of us can see,
And it flows through winding tunnels,
On its way to a tide-less sea.
A paradise we are told,
Where the toils of life are forgotten,
And they call it the Island of Souls.
For only a soul can go there,
A soul that's been set free,
From the confines of a working life,
To find eternity.
Your old man had a cage for his pigeons,
And when he watched them fly he would see himself,
Least that's how it was told.
But his soul was still trapped in the cage son,
While the birds they soared to the sky,
But he couldn't find his own way out,
Least not 'til the day he died.
Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given,
His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun,
This solitary madness is where he is driven,
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.
I know that he loved you, but he hadn't the words,
He'd be easier speaking the language of birds,
For to speak of emotion, it just wasn't done,
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.
A man builds a cage with the tools he is given,
His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun,
The solitary madness is where he is driven,
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.
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- Sting - I Love Her But She Loves Someone Else
- Sting - What Have We Got?
- Sting - Ballad Of The Great Eastern
- Sting - The Night The Pugilist Learned How To Dance
- Sting - Practical Arrangement
- Sting - Language Of Birds
- Sting - August Winds
- Sting - And Yet
- Sting - Dead Man's Boots
- Sting - The Last Ship
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- Sting - Shipyard
- Sting - Pretty Young Soldier
- Sting - One Fine Day
- Sting - Down, Down, Down
- Sting - 50,000
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Sting Language Of Birds Comments
Lyrics
They say there's an underground river,
That none of us can see,
And it flows through winding tunnels,
On its way to a tide-less sea.
And across that sea is an island,
A paradise we are told,
Where the toils of life are forgotten,
And they call it the Island of Souls.
For only a soul can go there,
A soul that's been set free,
From the confines of a working life,
To find eternity.
Your old man had a cage for his pigeons,
But that's really where he kept his soul,
And when he watched them fly he would see himself,
Least that's how it was told.
But his soul was still trapped in the cage son,
While the birds they soared to the sky,
But he couldn't find his own way out,
Least not 'til the day he died.
Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given,
His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun,
This solitary madness is where he is driven,
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.
I know that he loved you, but he hadn't the words,
He'd be easier speaking the language of birds,
For to speak of emotion, it just wasn't done,
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.
A man builds a cage with the tools he is given,
His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun,
The solitary madness is where he is driven,
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.
"A man build a cage with the tools he is given". Isn't it exactly the way we mangle our instinct for truly dig realisation of the meaning of "true" & "happy"
They say there's an underground river
That none of us can see
And it flows through winding tunnels
On its way to a tide-less sea
And across that sea is an island
A paradise we are told
Where the toils of life are forgotten
And they call it the Island of Souls
For only a soul can go there
A soul that's been set free
From the confines of a working life
To find eternity
Your old man had a cage for his pigeons
But that's really where he kept his soul
And when he watched them fly he would see himself
Least that's how it was told
But his soul was still trapped in the cage son
While the birds they soared to the sky
But he couldn't find his own way out
Least not 'til the day he died
Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given
His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun
This solitary madness is where he is driven
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage
I know that he loved you, but he hadn't the words
He'd be easier speaking the language of birds
For to speak of emotion, it just wasn't done
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage
A man builds a cage with the tools he is given
His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun
The solitary madness is where he is driven
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage
Yes we have been trapped at the bottom of the sea but we are not fish.
We are not all we have been told, Flat Earth rests on the depths of a Globe.
Phoenician NWO? lead balloon.
Another good song by Sting, with intelligent lyrics. How about that?