The Marbled Godwit-Bowerbirds

[00:00.27]Great white puffs of lumbering buffalo [00:09.14]Blanket the fishbowl sky, and I am tired. [00:17.21] [00:18.29]I sip my tea and sniff the ocean. [00:25.71] [00:28.73]Not but an hour from now, I will be home. [00:36.00] [00:38.88]Swing me low, mark me a coward. [00:46.18] [00:48.36]The whims of the West must die. [00:52.25] [00:53.31]Here is the resting ground. [00:57.18] [00:58.40]here is my smile, my pink little toes. [01:06.62] [01:11.91](Bound to your oil machines) [01:16.59] [01:18.30]Death to the civilized. [01:23.37](Hoarding the land and sea) [01:28.14] [01:28.95]Death to the civilized. [01:34.40](Stolen through violent means) [01:39.41] [01:40.26]Death when all want masquerades as need. [01:47.83] [01:52.83]The marbled godwit line the coast. [01:59.93] [02:01.58]I grasp for my straw cap; [02:06.01] [02:06.81]I'm lashed to my brave little raft. [02:11.16] [02:12.13]The waves do toss this worthy vessel, [02:20.09] [02:21.97]Impress on my tiny brain [02:26.97]This strange and dangerous beauty. [02:31.48] [02:32.91]I feel it's scale, [02:36.55] [02:37.16]I feel its industry., [02:40.69] [02:42.61]Making a flea of us [02:47.33]And dusting us off [02:50.44] [02:52.17]And talks in a hush, [02:55.88] [02:57.38]A little disappointed. [03:02.13] [03:06.91](Bound to your oil machines) [03:12.77]Death to the civilized. [03:18.49](Hoarding the land and sea) [03:23.27] [03:23.86]Death to the civilized. [03:29.64](Stolen through violent means) [03:35.00]Death when all want masquerades as need. [03:44.25]