Silent Spring
๐ต 500 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:01 duration
๐ ID: 16442794
๐ Lyrics
Fill me up on pesticide,
don't care if I live or die,
we won't hear eastern kingbird,
he choked singing his very last word.
We're heading for a silent spring, us birds won't sing
We're heading for a silent spiring, us birds won't sing
Poor wood-thrush is in a rush
Fleeing chemical ambush
Our wilderness ploughed you people need food
flew twelve thousand miles just to sing to you
We're heading for a silent spring, us birds won't sing
In the words of Emily Dickinson, we're the rowdy of the meadow
don't care if I live or die,
we won't hear eastern kingbird,
he choked singing his very last word.
We're heading for a silent spring, us birds won't sing
We're heading for a silent spiring, us birds won't sing
Poor wood-thrush is in a rush
Fleeing chemical ambush
Our wilderness ploughed you people need food
flew twelve thousand miles just to sing to you
We're heading for a silent spring, us birds won't sing
In the words of Emily Dickinson, we're the rowdy of the meadow
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.20] Fill me up on pesticide,
[00:10.98] don't care if I live or die,
[00:14.78] we won't hear eastern kingbird,
[00:18.25] he choked singing his very last word.
[00:22.04] We're heading for a silent spring, us birds won't sing
[00:27.19] We're heading for a silent spiring, us birds won't sing
[00:33.69]
[00:36.25] Poor wood-thrush is in a rush
[00:39.91] Fleeing chemical ambush
[00:41.79] Our wilderness ploughed you people need food
[00:45.35] flew twelve thousand miles just to sing to you
[00:49.22] We're heading for a silent spring, us birds won't sing
[00:54.32] In the words of Emily Dickinson, we're the rowdy of the meadow
[01:02.03]
[00:10.98] don't care if I live or die,
[00:14.78] we won't hear eastern kingbird,
[00:18.25] he choked singing his very last word.
[00:22.04] We're heading for a silent spring, us birds won't sing
[00:27.19] We're heading for a silent spiring, us birds won't sing
[00:33.69]
[00:36.25] Poor wood-thrush is in a rush
[00:39.91] Fleeing chemical ambush
[00:41.79] Our wilderness ploughed you people need food
[00:45.35] flew twelve thousand miles just to sing to you
[00:49.22] We're heading for a silent spring, us birds won't sing
[00:54.32] In the words of Emily Dickinson, we're the rowdy of the meadow
[01:02.03]