https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JI8OlJkDaoU
This event took place in a park in St Kilda, Melbourne, Australia a couple of years ago. I was feeling very sorry for myself for some reason that I can’t remember now, and I dragged myself out from where I was staying in the closest I could get to a hopeful gesture. This song tells the story of what happened next….
Wild Life
A mad man feeds the birds with bags of bread
I sit on a bench dressed in black on a sunny day. I watch him
Which of us is crazy in the head, him like a scary scarecrow
Or me wishing I was dead?
The birds fly and fight like they’ve never known fullness
I sit in sorry in the sun like I’ve never known lightness
Like I’ve never celebrated my triumph over dark
Like this is my first time in a park
The man flies at them in angers sends them flapping
And I sit with tears dripping under my shades
And then, just then the intensity fades
And I see around the edge of the pain
The fluttering of the wings beats the rhythm of my breaths
And I stand and let pain become past
Shouting at seagulls, he looks right through me
Feeding his enemy, feeding his fury
I suck up snot and decide not to feed mine
They fly. They fly.