Jean The Birdman — текст песни (David Sylvian)

He gambles on the saddle

Hes pulling on the mane

He thrashes on the horses back

Ambition is a bloody game





Horse doesnt want to jump

The river looks too wide

Well he faces every hurdle

With a nervous state of mind





"stay with me, breathe deeply

Take three passes back

Turn and make a full attack"





The gods are laughing

And theyre tugging at the reins

But hes taken to his wings

And they hit the bank





Heaven may stone him

But jean the birdman pulls it off





His fingers on the trigger

His eye is on the clock

He doesnt give the game away

And quickly fires the bullets off





Six hearts cut short

Still dreaming theyre alive

Blown round in dusty circles

Like an absent state of mind





Who hunter? who victim?

God love america

He surely doesnt love him





Hitching out of nowhere

Lines of traffic knee deep

A chance to stave the morning off

And get some sleep





Heaven may stone him

But jean the birdman pulls it off





He wears a crucifix

His mother left to him

Its wrapped in chains around his heart

Rusted and wafer thin





"dont count on luck son"

All the angels sing

"dont need to check a weathervane

We all know what tomorrow brings"





Life is a cattle farm

Coyotes with the mules

Life is a bullring

For taking risks and flouting rules





Who needs a safety net

The world is open wide

Just look out for card sharks

And the danger signs





Heaven may stone him

But jean the birdman pulls it off