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apricot - a. s. m. (a state of mind) lyrics

apricot lyrics
and it’s a typical adelaide january summer morning
being very hot and the temperature is forecast to be 40 degrees
so this means we’re unable to go into the national parks

because of a risk of bush fires but we still want to go birding
where do we go?

well, we’ve decided we’ll go down to a flora reserve near victor harbor
the nangawooka flora reserve
and this small reserve has gum trees with lots of native shrubs
most importantly it has a pond with a bird hеard opposite
so, this is a great birding opportunity
to get closе views of our local birds as they come in to drink

jam, oh what a beautiful morning
chickens still yawning, perilous peregrine falcon is squawking
yellowish green is my calling, parakeets sing and i’m fallen
terribly head over clarks, in a feathery shawl, i need therapy options

d*mn, check out that plumage
look how she’s blooming, her scent is like cumin
birdy’s got nuclear weapons like truman
huh, i gotta say that’s a goldfinch, from the head down to the toes, sh*t
resting face says she’s a cold b*tch, then spreads her wings and illuminates

word, word, truly peculiar face
suited for soaring above andalusian plains and it’s beautiful lakes
almost suspected peruvian jay at a distance
chick is ridiculous more like princess
attacking my senses, relentless
birdie sure knows how to make a big entrance
this one pelican swallows her fishes with arrogant elegance
surface is delicate feminine, masking the mountains of skeletons
tropical specimen
knows how to ride on that wind, knows how she’s hypnotizing
she’s in the market again, richly intoxicating, flapping those wings

birdwatching
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up

birdwatching
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up
d*mn, them tail feathers pop like a blue dot on a peac*ck
make an ostrich wanna fly
cuckoo when i clock how she move through the sky
leave a gooseberry pie on the porch (smooth)
making moves on a great tit
through with the voodoo, back to the basics
homeboy, get the quail lit
roast that turkey like it’s thanksgiving day, kid

i spot a crimson rosella, check out that feather
sparkling eyes interstellar
right next to that wood nymph, cinnamon blended canella
tele*novella, birdie got drama for days
still might have to take that flight to the bay ’til the morning breaks

like a migrant common crane
over idle morning plains
i get around, ’round, i’m ’bout that ornithology
yup, you know what them old folks say
two in the hand is worth at least three in the hay

birdwatching
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up
birdwatching
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up

birdwatching
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up

birdwatching
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up, count it
rack ’em up
birdwatching

and we know this is a field for scientists and technicians
the people who have learned to control and manufacture
coating and coloring agents
printing inks, varnishes, lacers, dyes, finishes, and textile colorings
to help beautify everything around us
wherever the eye falls
and to make that beauty permanent

- a s m a state of mind lyrics

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