We’re gonna flip this birdcage upside down.

Do-Do-Do you think you can swallow the sun?

Do you think that the water is warm?

Jump right in. CLUCK CLUCK.

Do a one-and-a-half.

Hold your breath for as long as you can.

A café in Bombay, so don’t delay.

All the trash is on the shore.

All our friends are here in the hemisphere.

All our worries are inside the cellar door.

[“well i have told you what i think. diving, swimming, air-floats, planks. we are on the wave of an invention of navigation. along with so many others, I held the story for a fable.” - MM]

Do-Do-Do you wanna float out to the place where the reef is crystal clear?

Back stroke, don’t choke.

It’s a practical joke when I dunk yr head and disappear.

I’ve gotta heart so weak for Martinique, where the black sand meets the surf.

Float on, float right, are you alright with the tides of Planet Earf?

[“we have demonstrated the plagiarism they believe is grossly inaccurate. riding cavalcades of green sea turtles. in the same way, the pieces of wool on which people swim among the Ashanti.” - MM]

Oh! Do you feel alive? Do you feel alive?

A cherry-cola sea if you wanna survive.

Gimme a high-five, it ain’t no jive.

Come on and feel the death drive.

[“our generation has witnessed a complete change in technique. we have seen the the breast-stroke with the head out of the water replaced by different sorts of crawl. the habit of swallowing water and spitting it out again is gone. in my day, swimmers thought of themselves as a kind of steamboat. it was stupid. but, in fact, I still do this.” - MM]

Oh! Do you feel alive? Do you feel alive?

A cherry-cola sea if you wanna survive.

Gimme a high-five, it ain’t no jive.

Come on and feel the death drive.

DEATH DRIVE. DEATH DRIVE. DEATH DRIVE. DEATH DRIVE. DEATH DRIVE. rooroorooroolooroolooloorooloorooloorooloorooooooooo.

We’re gonna flip this birdcage upside down.