A bird with broken wings, black feathers against the bleak backdrop of a coal black night, yearning to break free. And that funny little paradoxical refrain - "...into the light of a dark black night." The mental image is a sliver of moon or winking stars, but really I take it to mean that no matter how metaphorically dark your surroundings, there is always a dim glimmer to be found. We all have our blackbird moments, and broken wings or not, it's up to us to hobble our way towards the light.
A sweet anthemic gem.
A bird with broken wings, black feathers against the bleak backdrop of a coal black night, yearning to break free. And that funny little paradoxical refrain - "...into the light of a dark black night." The mental image is a sliver of moon or winking stars, but really I take it to mean that no matter how metaphorically dark your surroundings, there is always a dim glimmer to be found. We all have our blackbird moments, and broken wings or not, it's up to us to hobble our way towards the light.