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                    [Sylvian & Fripp - Jean the Birdman]

       © 1993 by Opium (Arts) Ltd. / Crimson Music for all countries,
      except 'Endgame' © 1993 by Opium (Arts) Ltd. for all countries.
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                              Jean the Birdman
                        David Sylvian & Robert Fripp

                                 Earthbound
                                 (starblind)

                Like a black crow standing on a sea of shells
           She's blessed by magic and the sound of liberty's bells
                And I'll raise the curfew and sit by her door
                    She's been through this world before

                    Out in the snowfields, coyote tracks
                She calls out its name with the words I lack
                 And it turns its head and howls to the moon
                       She's gonna be leaving me soon

                She's giving me questions and quizical looks
                She tears up my papers and burns all my books
                They gave her nothing she didn't already know
                          She's getting ready to go

                    Down in the basement among her things
                   I opened her boxes and found her rings
             I offered her money she said "They're not for sale"
                         She guards her secrets well

                     Somebody saw her down on the beach
              Followed her footsteps but they ended at the sea
              Still when she found out she goes and raises hell
                         She guards her secrets well

                  Each face is a mirror reflecting her own
             She squanders affection and rarely goes home alone
      But I wouldn't ask for anything if only she'd tell me its through
                         She guards her secrets too

                Like a black crow standing on a sea of shells
           She's blessed by magic and the sound of liberty's bells
                And I'll raise the curfew and sit by her door
                    She's been through this world before

                                   Endgame

       I just sank into sleep, the conversation wasn't worth repeating
  Faith would start the morning off by judging love she'd finally found me
                                   wanting
             She said that I was born with one foot in the door
           Displays of affection but you don't know what it's for
   And Jesus said "Don't worry son, that's just the sound of God laughing"

   The room was quite a mess, the court said I had no defence against her
    The bags were packed, the doors were closing, the three day truce of
                            hostilities was over
              I thought I'd notice when my tail was in the fire
         She dressed the wounds with vitriol to keep the burns alive
  And Jesus said "If you listen good you'll hear the sound of God laughing"

  Last chances in the car, the fine white lines are leading to the station
    I'll start the journey off defining love with a thousand explanations
           Rows of telegraph poles where the railway meets the sea
                Counting crucifixions on this road to Calvary
   And the DJ said "You've been listening to the wonderfully sound of God
                                  laughing"
 And Jesus said "Well it's over once you've heard the sound of God laughing"

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