Those Thieving Birds?

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Last night I had a dream in a form of a stop motion. It seems like millions of pictures, intertwined to one. A person’s life, a bisexual person. Drunk scene, sex scene, a gig, a dim-lit room, a bright space, a time-lapse of a bed in front of a window where a man is sleeping naked for several days, a cheap hotel, a luxurious room in a big empty house, people dancing and getting drunk, swimming, having sex in a pool with a guy, then doing a hand job on a young ginger girl. So many images, no beginning, no end. Just endless dejavu, like a loop but not a loop. I can sense small detail in the mood of every scenes. Happiness, sadness, the smell of bodily fluid, a taste of chocolate and wine, etc.
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Since it’s POV, I don’t know whether it was a him or a her. It’s certainly not my memory, I can’t swim that good, nor do I have ginger girl friends, I never had sex with a guy in a pool. It’s not from a film or porn either. The narrative is too consistent to be made from a montage.
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If I believe in reincarnation, it could be me in the past live, or in the future.
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Funny thing is, I can’t remember this dream until I listened to Silverchair’s ‘Those Thieving Birds’ part I. Then those images suddenly struck me. I was stunned. In that song, every images came back, from a Freudian Latent dream. Why Thieving Birds? Why Silverchair? I don’t know. But those images gave me a sudden but lasting melancholy. It might be the lyric of the song. Wanna help interpret?
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Those thieving birds
Hang strung from an empty nest
This swan plagued pond
Foresaken and under whelmed

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Those leaving words
Hang strong from an emptiness
Hang strong from an emptiness
Those thieving birds
Hang strung from an empty nest

Those theiving birds

This is tearing me apart
If the Sun won’t shine
Forever will never be fine
Underneath the hollow ground
Lies a night time sky
For only a desperate eye

When I’m paranoid I see walls behind walls behind walls
When I’m over joyed I see falls over falls over falls
When I’m all alone I’ll be wary and careful to
Only eat with uncles
Never talk to strangers
God is in the kitchen
Faking baby dangers
Not only liked but loved as well

If this streets air ain’t up to par
I’ll take my clothes and take this strange behaviour
Not only liked but loved as well

Change whatever karma means
For the only things that end never truly begin
If this streets air ain’t up to par
I’ll take my clothes and take this strange behaviour

Not only liked but loved as well
If this streets air ain’t up to par
I’ll take my clothes and take this strange behaviour
Not only liked but loved as well

When I’m paranoid I see walls behind walls behind walls
When I’m over joyed I see falls over falls over falls
When I’m all alone I’ll be wary and careful to
Only eat with uncles
Never talk to strangers
God is in the kitchen
Faking baby dangers

If this keeps tearing me apart
The walls come down won’t stop this empty feeling
For everything apart from this (x3)

Lonely in life
Dead or alive
If the truth had incursions
No more goodbyes
No more big lies

If the truth had versions
As long as you and I are together
I’ll hold onto the jewellery
Like staple strapped clenched fist and tongs

Hang strung from an empty nest
Those thieving birds (x3)

Hang strung from an empty nest

 

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