Come what may
Lay your eggs where it's warm
We come here to swarm
Come by sea
Swarm like smoke in the dawn
We were the young
We were the swarm
Radiolarians
Midges and moths
Cut from a cloth
We were the young
We were the swarm
Flailing fetal fleas
Feeding from the arms of the master
Burrow into me
And this is sure to misspell disaster
Oh and the young in the larval stage
Orchestrating plays in vestments of translucent alabaster
whistling
So they took me to the hospital
they put my body through a scan
What they saw there would impress them all
For inside me grows a man
Who speaks with perfect diction
As he orders my eviction
As he acts with more conviction
Than I .. I .. I
Oh burrow into me
This is sure to misspell disaster
Oh burrow into me
You're feedin from the arms of the master
whistling
We were the young
We were the swarm
We were the young
Radiolarians
(repeat 3x)
Come what may, come what may
Come ....
@darrentoth1701 Great piece of information on his songwriting.
This is why I have no choice but love him.
He just knows how to materialize his thoughts in the form of great music.
A truly gorgeous genius!
MzSonicjinn 8 months ago
The best thing about this song is what it is about. Bird describes the origin of this song from a fishing trip he took with his father, on which Andrew became ill with food poisoning. He was fascinated at how nature acts with its own resolve, that in his sickness, his body took over the will of his brain, and how Nature seems to have a brain, outside our understanding of what a mind is.
darrentoth1701 10 months ago
Seriously is it possible to create such beatufil noise?
but he does look freaky in the pic
gufreter 1 year ago
wow such a great song. a true masterpiece from intro to outro.
VuelaBand 1 year ago
Intense.
peace4allyo 1 year ago 2
beautiful
tamroluluromtakankav 2 years ago 2