Birds That Fly High [Song]


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BIRDS THAT FLY HIGH
By Brother Valentino

So you belong to the ivory tower
I say, this ivory tower of power
The material world makes you feel superior
So then you look down with scorn at your brother
But your flying space is getting very narrow
Soon you won't be able to resist the arrow.

Birds that fly high, none of them ever touch Jah sky
Birds that fly high got to fly back down to die
So flap your wings and fly, you could never touch Jah sky
And don't care how high you fly, you got to fly back down to die
Birds that fly high, got to fly back down to die.

Politics and politicians in the problem
Power and corruption stand behind them
They create a dirty, middle class society
Within that circle, them control all the money
If they could have paid their way, they'd live forever
But we all got to go six feet under.

Birds that fly high, none of them ever touch Jah sky
Birds that fly high got to fly back down to die
So flap your wings and fly, you could never touch Jah sky
And don't care how high you fly, you got to fly back down to die
Birds that fly high, got to fly back down to die.

You remind me a lot of the vultures
Flying in your private jets and helicopters
At the expense of the poor, you build your castle
After using us, you're giving us the hassle
You feel you are so protected up in orbit
You don't know you are just another flying target.

Birds that fly high, none of them ever touch Jah sky
Birds that fly high got to fly back down to die
So flap your wings and fly, you could never touch Jah sky
And don't care how high you fly, you got to fly back down to die
Birds that fly high, got to fly back down to die.

Mister big man, hear the words of this song
You only creating your own damnation
You make vanity and luxury your worry
But behind that stands a very sad, sad story
What does it profit a man who owns the whole world,
And yet suffereth the loss of his own soul?

Birds that fly high, none of them ever touch Jah sky
Birds that fly high got to fly back down to die
So flap your wings and fly, you could never touch Jah sky
And don't care how high you fly, you got to fly back down to die
Birds that fly high, got to fly back down to die.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Brother Valentino.

Trinbagonians, how do we cultivate hope? Gardeners who want to welcome wildlife can plant trees and grasses and flowers that attract birds and bees and butterflies. They can hang shelters in which birds and bats can decide to make their homes. They can create an oasis with bird feeders and baths. Near the coolness of ponds and shady places, frogs will gladly make their homes. A pool and fountain add the soothing sound of water in motion...

But in the space of our country, how are citizens creating welcoming spaces for Hope? I'd be glad to hear.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

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