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Дата выпуска: 16.01.2019
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Лейбл звукозаписи: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Язык песни: Английский
Churro |
Oh, happy day, that unmistakable brown plumage |
As accented by a snow white head and tail, I’ve seen the holy spirit |
When I was young, their population had collapsed to where it felt |
We’d only know the majesty through photo, prose, and lyric |
Through drastic conservation efforts and the diligence of fish |
And wildlife scientists, we’ve actualized impressive data |
So much so that 2016 would discover two such creatures |
Nesting in the heart of downtown Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania |
200 years of absence broken by a brazen pair |
Is not to shake a stick at when you actually A-B the numbers |
And so it was the PA game commission would install a webcam |
With a live feed that would showcase the avian lovers |
You could be sitting in your office feelin' testy |
Spilling coffee on a spreadsheet |
Thinking «Jesus Christ, my life is dismal» |
Two seconds later, you could stare into a portal |
That reminds you there is more |
Than what your awful nine-to-five permits you |
Like a giant fuckin' eagle |
Or I don’t know |
Maybe Mona Lisa cheesin' from the easel |
Or I don’t know |
Maybe sunbeams leakin' through a keyhole |
Or I don’t know |
Eh, I don’t know |
Oh, Lordy Lou, those unmistakable eight talons |
That could surgically remove a spawning salmon from the raging rapids |
People think nature is a rainbow or a newborn |
Or an ocean or a puppy which denies the gory steak and mashers |
You load the sight up and expect to see the glory of a wingspan |
Over eagly beaks, emerging from an egg a hero |
We overlook the fact that while sometimes a cat’ll eat a bird |
Sometimes a bird’ll eat a cat like it’s a fuckin' churro |
On April 26th, in front a grip of viewers tuning in |
To catch a glimpse of what would usually live in the shadows |
There was no way to have predicted honing in |
On the internet’s favorite creature as reduced to nutritional value |
I wonder if some dude was sad because his cat had run away |
And thought, «Maybe I’ll load these eagles up to feel connected» |
Then got to watch his little Fluffy torn to pieces by the very nature |
He had sought to ease him through his deep depression |
By a giant fuckin' eagle |
Or I don’t know |
Maybe Mona Lisa cheesin' from the easel |
Or I don’t know |
Maybe sunbeams leakin' through a keyhole |
Or I don’t know |
Eh, I don’t know |