Birds Fall From The Window Ledge Above Mine.



Then They Flap Their Wings At The Last Second.



You See Birds Fall From The Window Ledge Above Mine.



Then They Flap Their Wings At The Last Second.



I Can See Their Dead Weight



Just Dropping Like Stones



For Small Loaves Of Bread



Past My Window All The Time.



But Unless I Get Up



Walk Across The Room



And Peer Down Below



I Don't See Their Last Second Curves



Toward A Horizontal Flight.



All These Birds Just Falling From The Ledge Like Stones.



Now Due To A Construct In My Mind



That Makes Their Falling And Their Flight



Symbolic Of My Entire Existence,



It Becomes Important For Me



To Get Up And See



Their Last Second Curves Toward Flight.



It's Almost As If My Life Will Fall



Unless I See Their Ascent.



Mr. Mastodon Farm,



Mr. Mastodon Farm,



Cuts Swatches Out Of All Material.



Mr. Mastodon Farm,



Mr. Mastodon Farm,



Cuts Swatches Out Of All Material.



Birds Fall From The Window Ledge Above Mine.



Then They Flap Their Wings At The Last Second.



I Said Birds Fall From The Window Ledge Above Mine.



Then They Flap Their Wings At The Last Second.



But Unless I Get Up,



Walk Across The Room



And Peer Down Below,



I Won't See Their Last Second Curves



Toward A, A Horizontal Flight.



All These Birds Just Falling From The Ledge Like Stones.



Now Due To A Construct In My Mind



That Makes Their Falling And Their Flight



Symbolic Of My Entire Existence,



It Becomes Important For Me



To Get Up And See



Their Last Second Curves Toward Flight.



It's Almost Like My Life Will Fall,



My Life Will Fall,



Unless I See Their Ascent.



Mr. Mastodon Farm,



Mr. Mastodon Farm,



Cuts Swatches Out Of All Material.



Mr. Mastodon Farm,



Mr. Mastodon Farm,



Cuts Swatches Out Of All Material.



Mr. Mastodon Farm,



Mr. Mastodon Farm,



Cuts Swatches Out Of All Material.