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As I committed my crimes in a darkened room
A bird flew by, and saw what I'd done it set up a nest outside
And he sang about what I'd become
He sang so loud
He sang so clear
I was afraid all the neighbors would hear
So I invited him in, to reason with him
I promised I wouldn't do it again
But he sang louder and louder inside the house
And now I couldn't get him out
So I trapped him under a cardboard box
And stood on it to make him stop
I picked up the bird and above the dim I said
"That's the last song you'll ever sing"
Held him down, broke his neck
Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget
Then I put that bird in a cooking pot
Boiled him up and ate the lot
Then I sat in the silence
Thanked the lord for peace
Coughed up a feather and fell asleep
But in my dreams began to creep
That old familiar tweet tweet tweet
I opened my mouth to scream and shout
I waved my arms and flapped about
But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout
'Cause the song was coming from my mouth
I opened my mouth to scream and shout
I waved my arms and flapped about
But I couldn't scream I couldn't shout
The song was coming from my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
The song was coming from my mouth.
A bird flew by, and saw what I'd done it set up a nest outside
And he sang about what I'd become
He sang so loud
He sang so clear
I was afraid all the neighbors would hear
So I invited him in, to reason with him
I promised I wouldn't do it again
But he sang louder and louder inside the house
And now I couldn't get him out
So I trapped him under a cardboard box
And stood on it to make him stop
I picked up the bird and above the dim I said
"That's the last song you'll ever sing"
Held him down, broke his neck
Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget
Then I put that bird in a cooking pot
Boiled him up and ate the lot
Then I sat in the silence
Thanked the lord for peace
Coughed up a feather and fell asleep
But in my dreams began to creep
That old familiar tweet tweet tweet
I opened my mouth to scream and shout
I waved my arms and flapped about
But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout
'Cause the song was coming from my mouth
I opened my mouth to scream and shout
I waved my arms and flapped about
But I couldn't scream I couldn't shout
The song was coming from my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
The song was coming from my mouth.
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Then, the remainder of the song is explaining that she didn't kill the 'bird', but rather found out that she was the bird, and the 'Song' was coming from her mouth.
After every terrible thing inlcuding killing the "bird" haunts her, and she can't stop saying what she had done.
"Well, I didn't tell anyone
But a bird flew by
Saw what I've done
He set up a nest outside
And sang about what I'd become"
When I was little, teachers would tell their students "a bird told me..." if they did something wrong. For me this bird is her conscience. But not only that, it's like the good in her, the angel on her shoulder.
"He sang so loud
Sang so clear
I was afraid all the neighbors would hear"
The "bird" was basically screaming all the bad things she had done and she didn't want anyone to know what she had become.
"So I invited him
Just to reason with him
I promised I wouldn't do it again"
She tried to hide the bad things she had done, promising herself she wouldn't do all those bad things again.
"But he sang louder and louder inside the house
And now I couldn't get him out"
That angel on her shoulder is bigger than that, knows better than that and keeps trying to make her feel guilty.
"So I trapped him under a cardboard box
Stood on it to make it stop
I picked up the bird and above the dim
I told him 'that's the last time you'll ever sing'
Held him down, broke his neck
Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget"
She "killed" the angel, killed that voice inside her.
"But in my dreams
Began to creep
That old familiar tweet, tweet, tweet"
The angel was still alive.
"I opened my mouth to scream and shout
I waved my arms and flapped about
I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout
The song was coming from my mouth"
She tried to fight of the noise but she finally notices she was the bird. All the time she was it. But she finally confesses to herself all the things she has done.
So, yeah, I really can't put my thoughts about this song, 'cos it's one of those things you have in your mind but don't know how to write it. But I hope you get my point :P
Anywho, as the song progresses over even more time farther from, let's say the inital incident captured by film, she encounters a little moon bird who sings and sings of what she had done...which wasn't anything in reality. Not anything at. all.
The little bird convinced her she did, in fact, commit such a horrendous crime (though, eventually did so...to some nonsensical degree) so she tried to snuff him out all the while developing some strange relationship with it. Maybe, a symbolic reference to developing a relationship with yourself...denial vs remorse, but in this particular situation, it was the bird who set his nest up outside.
Each time she tries to separate herself from the past, perhaps with feelings she strives to overcome...the little songbird chirps a mega tweet, tweet, tweet...always representing the deth of her while she'd like to think she effectively snuffed out not only the past, but the little songbird as well.
Until it is from her own mouth singing/confessing/ever relating to the songbird that she continues to sing and sing, about what? Does she even know? Strange.
the paranoia came from taking drugs, and while she was high promised herself or her paranoia (the bird) she would stop taking drugs.
As she starts to become clean from her addiction she begins to crave again - But in my dreams began to creep
that old familiar, "Tweet, tweet, tweet."-
"Old familiar" - not a new feeling, she is used those cravings
"tweet, tweet, tweet " - That incessant need to have drugs
"i opened my mouth to scream and shout, waved my arms and flapped about" - She tried to fight the cravings and not to give in.
"but i couldn't scream, i couldn't shout" - She couldn't fight it and gave in
"the song was coming from my mouth, from my mouth, from my mouth, from my mouth..." - Falling deeper and deeper into addiction and there's also a sense of relief from having fulfilled her craving.
"Held him down, broke his neck,
Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget.
But in my dreams began to creep
that old familiar, "Tweet, tweet, tweet."
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That she killed the bird but it sang inside her guilt to make her scream the story out. Which is what the song is - the song the bird made her sing.
(( Reminds me of that story about the kings with big ears, and only one servant knows. He can't keep the secret so he whispers it to a tree. Years later that tree is made into muscial instruments and when they play them the music is saying 'the king's got big ears!' ))