Old tree, I know
It`s been coming a long time
For all the things that I`ve done
You`ve been drying up inside
The horned grebe or Slavonian grebe (Podiceps auritus) is a relatively small waterbird in the family Podicipedidae. There are two known subspecies: P. a. auritus, which breeds in the Palearctic, and P. a. cornutus, which breeds in North America.The Eurasian subspecies is distributed over most of northern Europe and the Palearctic, breeding from Greenland to western China. The North American subspecies spans most of Canada and some of the United States. The species got its name from large patches of yellowish feathers located behind the eyes, called "horns", that the birds can raise and lower at will
Feed me!
I beg your pardon?
Feed me!
Two-ey, you talked! You opened up your... trap, your thing! You said...
Feed me, Krelborn, feed me now!
I can`t!
I`m starvin`!
Oh, boy. Look, maybe I can squeeze a little outta this one, but...
I need some food! More, more!
There it is
Finally
I can see
The two of us
Are Sinking boats
In the ocean
So Light a flare and down we go
Sink with me
Sink with me
"Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!"
What the fox say?
"Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!"
What the fox say?
"Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!
Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!
Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!"
What the fox say?
"Joff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!
Tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!
Joff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!"
What the fox say?
This pain it is a glacier moving through you
And carving out deep valleys
And creating spectacular landscapes
And nourishing the ground
With precious minerals and other stuff
So don`t you become paralyzed with fear
When things seem particularly rough
When you`re weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all, all
I`m on your side, oh, when times get rough
And friends just can`t be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Every year this small bird, the arctic tern migrates from the Arctic Circle to the Antarctic Circle, a round-trip journey of about 30.000 kilometers (18.641 miles).
So come on fly away with me
To a place where we could be anyone we wanna be
And we can bottle up our fears
Brew a taste so sweet
Knock us off our feet or more
Burn our troubles
Inhale them all
Paint our future on a fractured wall
So come on fly away with me
To a place where we can be anyone we wanna be
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
Watchin` afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country
Oh it`s like an animal farm, lots of rural charm in the country
He`s got morning glory and that`s a different story
Everything`s goin` jackanory
Touched with his own mortality
He`s reading Balzac, and knocking back Prozac
It`s a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland….
