I talk to animals all of the time. I stopped at a pet store just the other day and went around talking to all the cats and mice and finches and such. It occurred to me how much I imprint personalities on the stray cats in my back alley, &c. And then I listened to “Little Bird” soon after.
When reviewers mentioned “Little Bird” in their reviews of End Times, they often said E sounded like some lame loser who talked to birds because he didn’t have any real friends. Well, that’s just a stupid thing to say. Anyone who makes a point of taking care of little animals–myself and E included–can attest to how restorative and pleasant a little chit-chat with birds or kittens or chipmunks can be. And that’s why “Little Bird” is such a wonderful song.
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June 8, 2010 at 8:38 am
Wild Animal
So I don’t have any ‘real’ friends?
I have the most loyal, loving and unconditional friend in my dog. The wildlife that I see and feed every day including blackbirds, robins, thrushes, tree creepers, nuthatches, woodpeckers, blue tits, great tits, coal tits, wrens, dunnocks, foxes (by hand), badgers, frogs and toads – these are my true friends. No bullshit, no lies, no scheming, no politics, no manipulation, what you see is what you get.
I have Aspergers and I don’t have human friends. People (inc reviewers) – pah!
I must admit to appropriating the meaning of “Little Bird”. My other dog had just died. Her name was Lucy – “Goddamn, miss that girl”.
“I Like Birds”, “Railroad Man” and “Hey Man” were the 1st three songs that grabbed me, followed swiftly by everything else!
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