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​Starling

This song is by Brave Saint Saturn and appears on the album Anti-Meridian (2008).

Filthy bird laying in our yard
Four chambered heart never beat so hard
Dad said she was almost gone,
Upside down out on our lawn.
And I could hold her in a shoe box,
If she heals she could be mine.
And if I cannot save her spirit,
Dad says I should break her spine.
Shaking, brilliant, silver-black wings,
Jesus Christ, what prayers these tears sing.

Wear your hearts out on your sleeves for
Starlings... starlings.
Of the least of all of these,
Are starlings... starlings.

Two years pass, I pumped the chamber,
Full of air to shoot the birds.
Harmless game to hit them slightly,
To scare them off, in other words.
Starling falling to her death,
Piercing copper steals her breath.
See the flutter in her breast, starving babies in her nest.
Raise their souls up to the sky,
Why must helpless creatures die?

Every breath has sacred weight,
Every life has some design.
Can we kill and also save,
Speak of life,
While digging graves?