Songbird

Up in the sky you're there, swinging on a swing, listening to the Free Bird. He’s singing his song and is playing the guitar. You're waiting for the solo, that will come, sooner or later. You're waiting, just like the other men did, back then in those fantastic years.

The roaring guitar starts to scream and there’s the solo you expected, the bird is flying his way underneath the dark clouds that are gathering. The sun fades away and can’t do his work, there was no joy and happiness anymore. The sun tries, tries and tries to do his work, but nothing worked.

You boy, yes you on your swing, you got your drug: music and a swing. There is only one thing you like more than those two: The Songbird, as you call her in your dreams. You talked with her yesterday, yes well it was in your mind.

Then the Guitar is screaming his last note, the string wants to break. The solo is over you know and the Free Bird did his thing; he has sung his song and played his solo. The dark clouds that were gathering are flying over. The sun breaks through and does his work; the joy and the happiness are back in the world.

Boy? Where have you gone? He’s gone to his world. His music and the Free Bird has taken him, together with the dark clouds. Than The Songbird appeared and everything turned well: the sun is shining brighter than bright, there is more luck than ever and the boy is back – better than ever.

They once said: “When the Free Bird appears there will be the boy, that feels no luck, happiness or love, and are the dark clouds gathering. Only one thing could stop those three: The Songbird.