Turdus merula : Blackbird – Turdidae

Source: Turdus merula : Blackbird – Turdidae

Here is a recording to remind myself and for any visitor who loves their song of blackbirds singing. In the summer I would fall asleep to them singing outside my bedroom. What has happened to them? I hear nothing.

I fell victim to Asthma recently and spent some time in hospital on a ventilator. I recall that 30 years ago there was not even half the number of cars on the road and that the air was cleaner and that in winter the snow was magical.

The same thing has happened to the sparrows that were plentiful, even in Israel when I was there working on a Kibbutz in the 1970’s I remember them especially in the canteen where they would hop onto the dining tables.

I can see a lot of people are afraid of what they are experiencing in the environment just as I am. It was not mankind who set up the environment it is a gift from God. Hope is with Him. But who is He? The most accurate description of Him that I have found has been in the bible. It reports his name as Geova in Italian, in Sudanese as Yehuwa. However it is spelt or pronounced it means He-Who-Causes-To-Become. Perhaps in the time of Moses they did not have one word for Creator and tried to translate it in a hyphenated compound word. The earth is proving to be a unique and wonderful planet and those who search for another earth that is as wonderful are still searching. It is hard to understand that a spirit from heaven would want it for himself and start to fight over it with God. Neither are visible to us but their footprint in the visible earth shows there must be a presence to that footprint. Where you find a remote forest that has been destroyed in the past you understand that some phenomena in the past has caused it. If you see someone with a black eye you know that some one caused it. The earth too seems to have a black eye.

 

 

 

 

 

DOLPHIN BOY

Dolphin boy-
walks up an elevator,
bites the sun,
sleeps in a tea chest.

In my dolphin boyhood I loved-
a rifle buried in the sea,
the saw teeth of sharks,

to bite the white exhaust of jets,
to pull them from the sky
through the wedding ring of the watery deep.

Dolphin boy-
his mouth cemented in,
ear lobes big as skyscrapers
hears the sound of atomic explosions.

In my dolphin boyhood-
dolphin girls lived in coral hotels
learning Morse code and glass blowing
going for long walks in hurricanes.

Dolphin boy-
dived into oil tankers with love cries
as sharks swam in filling stations
where raindrops cascaded in refrigerators.

In my dolphin boyhood
I visited the house on the edge of the world
where the skeletons of drowned sailors
played classical pianos.

GREEN DOLPHIN BOY

Green dolphin boy
Scream dolphin boy
Swim ship to shore.
Green dolphin boy
Dream dolphin boy
Dream, dream no more.

Upon a rock in Antioch
The mermaid at the door
There rode three knights
Who flew three kites
With this tale of dolphin law.

Green, green dolphin boy,
Orphan green and desert dry.
Locked up in the Barking Road
With the mis-identified sky so blue,
He blindly thought must be the sea so true.

The sirens wailed into the night.
The news report – “sky disappeared”.
Who stole the sky and why?
The S.W.A.T. machine joined the team
Of aviators searching high and low
In bowels of earth for rebirth –
The kidnapped sky, made young ladies cry,
“Daddy where’s the sky”? they sigh.

On Barking Road they saw a glow
Of morning light in the night:
Could this be the setting free?
Of kidnapped sky from dolphin boy?

Green, green dolphin boy.
Scream, scream dolphin boy.
Because of mistaken identity
You mistook the sky for the sea.

“Let it go, leave it be”,
Hailed the ugly chief of police.
Open the door, we’ll pass you a straw
Through which the sky can be released.

Okay, you’re on, but just one thing,
I want a ransom paid to me.
I’ll exchange the sky, the blue, blue sky,
For the sea, the blue, blue sea.

So through the straw the ocean poured,
The Atlantic, the Pacific,
The Indian, it was terrific.
The sky it was displaced by the sea,
Along the road, the Barking Road.

Everything was drowned by the
Exchange of hostages, sky for sea.
The water rose over Canary Wharf,
And dolphin boy swam free,
And Dolphin boy swam free.

Nov 21

Get Your Own Salt from the Sea

Lyrics to Song

1. I’ll sack the locksmith who sold me the key
End my lessons in psychology too
Stop middlemen and salesmen from looking me up
I’ve heard all their promises before you see
There are saints and heroes knocking on my door
Don’t know what they came to me for
And let me tell you good people if you want to be free
You should get your own salt from the sea

2. I’d be across the channel to a foreign country
Cause there’s too many people who make problems for me
With their webs and their systems of economy
So if you’re bell should start ringing
And you wonder who it could be
It’ll be this sailor trying to be free
I’ll be there on your doorstep as happy as can be
I’ll be there like the salt from the sea

3. Once we’d bake our own bread and sow our own seed
Spin our own clothes for our own needs
Rear our own animals too I believe
Make our own peace with eternity
But the lords and the ladies just weren’t amused
They wanted the riches of life
When the best pleasures would simply be
To get our own salt from the sea

4. Sing your excuses till you’re black and blue
But I don’t have to listen at all to you
Your promises don’t help they’re nothing new
Your just deceiving yourself too
Your creation of problems just isn’t fun
Can’t you see what you’ve done?
So it’s back to the earth I’ll eventually be
To get my own salt from the sea

A PDF of music to the first idea and an audio file.

Get your Own Salt from the Sea

This is the one with my newer melody

get your own salt from the sea new melody

I wrote this in about 1970. I had a real struggle trying to understand the melody. Then it occurred to me that it originates in the folk song Widdecombe Fair but seems to develop a little differently. Any way I did try to write a more original tune for it which I can add here too.
©2019michaelaitken

One Brave Bird

One brave bird
Beaten by egg-crushing cats.
One brave bird
Angry at the cat-keeping block.

One brave bird
Has surrounded us.
Squawking with relentless fury
In the gold fire of her heart,

Shooting down bullets of bird spit
That the whole community ignores.
Surrounding the block
With a phantom chain of battling noise;

Her nest a ruin of bones in the hedge
Her new generation murdered.

In the field of few men
A natural garland of nature;
The daises dance in the air
The moles have big blue eyes –

Let one brave bird join you
To live out her long red life.

2019

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