Seabirds Lyrics
The spray is lashing high into the eagle's eye
Shrieking as it cuts the devil wind,
is calling sailors to the deep
But I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
Surf is high an' the sea is awash
An' a haze of candy floss, glitter and beads
Rock that we sat on and watched in the sun
That was hot to touch
And the sea was emerald green
I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
And I can see you smile
Surf comes rushing up the beach
Now will it reach the castle waal and will it fall
Catfish dappled silver flashing
Dogfish puffing bubbles in my deep
Can't let a PF song have no comments, sorry. =P
Birds from the sea? Ha ha
Someone please tell me where I can get this song. It's one of the 8 I can't find anywhere.
I got the song, but I think it is a bad version. Is it supposed to have the person talking over it, with the music only in the background? The lyrics show so much potential for this song, but my version is absolutely awful (A Tree Full of Secrets version).
I know, it's lifted directly from the movie More (played in a party scene), that's why there's that person talking. There must be some other versions, though I couldn't find any, neither on illegal nor on legal sites. Maybe you can find a program to filter the vocals of the person.
I wrote a poem inspired by this song, mostly because I was so annoyed at my crappy version. Don't worry, it's not plagiarizing this song, they're completely different.
Mine is about basic needs that humans share with all other animals. I use the bird reference, but with three different birds, one of which is a seagull.
It's still in the works, but if anyone wants me to post it when it's finished, let me know on this page.
OK, I'd like to see the poem. Please let me know when it's finished.
Circling above the raging sea As the tide comes rolling in Seagulls watch the crashing waves Calling as they wheel above the bay A seagull searches out its prey
As the daybreaks softly on the eyes The owl leaves the lightenings skies Silently returning to its sacred haven Disguised amid the forest's trees Feathers ruffled in the morning breeze
Gathering bits of old plastic bags Amongst wiry brambles and thorns The cardinal searches for anything at all For, hidden inside the vines along the fence The mother cardinal makes her nest
The poem started as just writing something about seagulls, because they are seabirds, and I was really disappointed with this song.
As I said before, it's about the basic instincts that all animals share, which are (in this order in the poem), food, shelter and reproduction.
I don't claim that it's excellent, but it is unique in the fact that it's the only poem I have ever written that is not dark/gloomy/the human race is going to kill itself and I want you to know about it in subject matter. This is the only purely optomistic (or at least not-pessimistic) poem that I have written. For the others, think Final Cut/Animals dark, or Roger Waters solo dark. That kind of dark.
The poem isn't really finished, I revise all I have written every so often, so in several weeks this will be different. However, this is around the 10th or 15th revision, so it is pretty close.
Sorry about the wait (I try to respond promptly if I can), but my access to a computer has been limited lately, and I forgot that I had made the offer to post the poem. It was pure chance that I saw your request, reptile.
I hope you enjoyed it more than you enjoyed listening to the massacre of a song with loads of potential that this page is dedicated to.
Just as an example of dark, so you can see, here is an excerpt from a series of 10ish poems that I wrote against the Iraq war, nuclear war, political corruptness, the Holocaust, George Bush, and the entire human race:
And despite the massive death toll that continues unceasingly to grow the Burning 43rd reminds us to stay the course Digging the trenches ever so wide, and ever so deep Sending the human race to its eternal sleep
Just so you know, the Burning 43rd is George Bush Jr. I compare him in other poems to the Burning Bush (a deceptive, misleading burning bush), and since he is the 43rd president of the country formerly known as the "United" States of America, he is the Burning 43rd.
Most of my poems are like this (though this excerpt is among my best so far), and far different from the above poem.
The first poem (the animal poem) is a good one, and much better than the song (the version with the people talking over it). The song, as written and recorded by Pink Floyd (without the voices) is one of the hardest to get PF songs ever. It's included on some rare bootlegs, but I don't know what version it is.
The second poem reminds me of Final Cut lyrics. You wrote, "a series of 10ish poems that I wrote against the Iraq war, nuclear war, political corruptness, the Holocaust, George Bush, and the entire human race", so it fits in with the Final Cut theme. I think it criticizes Bush and the war in an intelligent way. Great!