Song Description

A migrant anti-song.

Lyrics

Lyrebird -- I heard a steamship late last night -- set a course for Gimli of Egypt -- Put my hand inside the mouth of a stranger -- Produced literature -- Woke up far away in a manger -- Lyrebird I held a conference late last night -- Introduced a system for producing miles -- one thousand art yields one hundred miles -- Produced distance -- Walked up the back of a friend -- Lyrebird were you the thunder in my dream? -- The horse to whom I fed an apple? -- I found feathers inside my pillow again -- Slept well aboard the steamhouse of a friend.