King Of Birds

King Of Birds
A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone
A mean idea to call my own
Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly

Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song
Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody's looking on
(Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations)
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away
I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice
Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away
Everybody hit the ground. Everybody hit the ground
En 'King Of Birds' de R.E.M., la letras nos lleva a reflexionar sobre la idea de tener una perspectiva única y original en medio de un mundo lleno de influencias...