Birdwatching Songtext
von The Burning Hell

Tragedy minus glory equals just another story
Like the prisoners who stayed behind in Plato′s allegory
Or the poor, forgotten second last passenger pigeon
Anyone can fail, but truly losing takes ambition

I'm suspicious of ambitious folks, but I′ll race you to the bottom
When clocks don't tick or tock and you can smoke 'em if you got ′em
Carpe-ing every diem′s no achievement, it's exhausting
If you need me, I′ll be sitting on this island
Birdwatching

I've read "The 7 Habits of Highly Ineffective People"
I know I′m probably the liver, not Prometheus or the eagle
But I'd rather be a giver than a taker or a faker
Everybody′s just another paycheck to the undertaker


I've an allergy to strategy and inspirational quotations
My reaction's anaphylactic to vocations, detonations
Fucking boats and burning flags and bridges just as a precaution
If you need me, I′ll be sitting on this island
Birdwatching

There′s a flower in the compost and a beach below the pavement
We'll outlive the rich and famous if we remain aimless and patient
Neither rising like a phoenix, nor dying like the dodos
Let′s leave the endless questing to the Samson, to the Frodos

Anthems are anathema and upwards browsing choruses
Achieving is as torturous as tickling slow lorises
The search for more and better gives us worse and fewer options
Let's grow what we′re behind and do some birdwatching

Entrepreneurship is capsizing and it will surely sink
Jump and swim to garbage island, just sit and have a drink
While everybody else is busy polishing their coffins
We'll be mixing cosmopolitans
And birdwatching