Bill from The Birds by Beechlord

Mmmmmm
Mmmmmm

The monster's arm was lit
Against the dark of the highway
Flood lights beads of rain

It was picking up dirt
In the lane that was closed
Claws sunk in the earth
Scooped up a cat

Accidentally
Unnoticed by the monster's driver
Who looked a bit like you and me

He drove a caterpillar machine
Muscled orange and mean
He'd whisper
Mama I'm sailing home
I'm sailing home

The cat's name was bill
He lived on the hill
Our driver was tasked to excavate

Bill was a bit over weight
With proud padded paws
He'd seen many things but nothing quite
Nothing like what he saw

The driver's name was Bill
Same name as the cat
He’d stare and whisper
At the sight, the song
Of every bird

And so our hero's collide
The fateful ride
The cat rose suspended atop a mound
A throne of mud

The rush of cool air
The freeway glare
The silver rain
The ringing harps
His name

Bill, the driver, was blinded by the cat's eyes reflecting the silver flood lights. He turned off the machine and stumbled from it's metal cage just as a snowy white owl swooped from the stormy sky and plucked the cat straight out of the machine's claw. Driver bill dropped to his knees and watching the owl clutching the cat fly away he whispered, "Mama I'm sailing home, I'm sailing home."

Cattails and common grey whales and the ownership of abalone and the way the cotton falls slightly left to the right way to own a balogne shop in the upper cannon ball district of cool down in the river or wherever else your eggs boil...

• Alternative
• electronic
• folk
• indie
• Pakse