I Am from BRICK ROAD by BLUEBIRD

I’ m the melting ice that likes being broken.
I forgot being mine. The tip of the iceberg.
Wind is blowing airily as strong as these stones
are pinning down my lips. There’ re no way to speak.

[chorus]
These emoticons must be smiled.
This kind of pleasure is a kind of dying.
The final scene just underachieves.
Barely alive.

I’ m a vapid dusk which is not understood.
A patient dog gets its bone. What’s the big deal?
In this play I’m a hit top from force of habit.
How about the poor frogs which change into nothing?
A silly thing.

[outro]
I always… hate being clapped – out waiting… for the claps.
I am… naked, my flapping wings…
How many things, how many things, how many deaths?
I’m slowing down. I’ m a bullfrog. I’m jumping down. I’ m a waiting dog.

It’ s such a tittle – tattle…

• Acoustic
• acoustic pop
• acoustic rock
• lyrical
• sixties
• thebeatles
• Poland