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Painful Hope: Angry Bird's Ballad 1 by Epic Dig1-Talé

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Painful Hope: Angry Bird's Ballad 1 by Epic Dig1-Talé  - Contemporary Indie Ballad music cover art

Painful Hope: Angry Bird's Ballad 1

Contemporary Indie Ballad

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["Broken Vinyl"]
A strut like broken vinyl, skipping sharp and cracked,
Tells me what you really think, in footsteps that snap and drag.
Those shoes, they′re more than just a splay, worn stories under tread,
Nike core legacy lifters, racing thoughts I dread.
My daughter found a relic, a battered bird in flight,
Click clack on the four boards, shadowed in the light,
He′s not a clubbed up story, more a storm inside,
Swearing at the ceiling, bees buzzing where he hides.
Oh angry bird, your calls tear at this silent room,
Every note's a thunderclap, every cry a bloom.
Caught between furious and fragile, caught trying to mend,
Your wings beat wild, but I'm waiting for the end.
Preston′s voice cracks sharp, a gale of grit and grief,
Sounding like a cipher, but we hold on to belief.
Half-off he spits like wildfire, a gun in tangled vines,
Yet in his chaos hides a longing, written through his lines.
Translator, please decode these frantic flight patterns,
Between curse and comfort, the unseen shatterings.
Nike′s white goes straight steps on bracken desert sand,
Lost in the ruffle and tumble of this makeshift land.
Oh angry bird, your calls tear at this silent room,
Every note's a thunderclap, every cry a bloom.
Caught between furious and fragile, caught trying to mend,
Your wings beat wild, but I'm waiting for the end.
This ain′t no parody or just frantic noise,
It′s broken shields, raw edges, the myths of anger and poise,
A savage lullaby, a stubborn hope that fights,
In the wildscape of the heart where day yields to the night.
Oh angry bird, your calls tear at this silent room,
Every note's a thunderclap, every cry a bloom.
Caught between furious and fragile, caught trying to mend,
Your wings beat wild, but I'm waiting for the end.
Make him some holy water, let him bathe in quiet mane,
I love what the bird says in the chaos and the pain,
Cracked chicken, beast unleashed, peace was never on the kind.