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 Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 9:17 pm
Psh. I know the caged bird sings. It sings 'cuz "It longs for freedom like the free bird who calls the sky his own".
...Y'know, the inmate is caged in, as in a jailbird, a caged bird, the caged bird sings, 'cuz it wants freedom?
As in people singing the blues, or whatever, about being in jail?
...Am i taking it too far?
...I mean, it only makes sense.
talk2hand
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 9:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 9:23 pm
Mychryynrie
Psh. I know the caged bird sings. It sings 'cuz "It longs for freedom like the free bird who calls the sky his own".
...Y'know, the inmate is caged in, as in a jailbird, a caged bird, the caged bird sings, 'cuz it wants freedom?
As in people singing the blues, or whatever, about being in jail?
...Am i taking it too far?
...I mean, it only makes sense.
talk2hand
*also claps* That makes too much sense. XD
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 9:27 pm
Mori Bokusochi Mychryynrie
Psh. I know the caged bird sings. It sings 'cuz "It longs for freedom like the free bird who calls the sky his own".
...Y'know, the inmate is caged in, as in a jailbird, a caged bird, the caged bird sings, 'cuz it wants freedom?
As in people singing the blues, or whatever, about being in jail?
...Am i taking it too far?
...I mean, it only makes sense.
talk2hand
*also claps* That makes too much sense. XD
Iknow. I've been told I think things in depth too much. xd
@Uta- Thank you, thank you very much. Elvis has left the building.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 11:31 pm
I knew that too.
In fact, here's the entire poem.
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 11:44 pm
[Cherry.Wine] I knew that too. In fact, here's the entire poem. The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hillfor the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 11:55 pm
Bullet Rift [Cherry.Wine] I knew that too. In fact, here's the entire poem. The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hillfor the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
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