Virtual birdsong generated at the Institute of Sound & Vibration Research, Southampton University by Timos Papadopoulos under the supervision of Professor Phil Nelson
It's six o'clock
the birds are singing
I'm wide awake
whilst you're still fast asleep
I went outside
into your garden
The sun was bright
and the air was cool
and as I stood there listening
Oh, well the birds in your garden they all started singing this song:
"Take her now
Don't be scared
It's alright
Oh, come on
touch her inside
It's a crime against nature
She's been waiting all night
Come on
hold her and kiss her and tell her you care
If you wait 'til tomorrow she'll no longer be there
Come on
Come on and give it to her
You know it's now or never"
Yeah, the birds in your garden have all started singing this song
My father never told me
about the birds and the bees
And I guess I never realised that I would ever meet birds as beautiful as these
I came inside
climbed to your bedroom
I kissed your eyes awake
And then I did what I knew was only natural
And then the birds in your garden, they all started singing this song:
"Take her now
Don't be scared
It's alright
Oh, come on
touch her inside
It's a crime against nature
She's been waiting all night
Come on
hold her and kiss her and tell her you care
If you wait 'til tomorrow she'll no longer be there
Come on
Come on and give it to her
You know it's now or never"
Yeah, the birds in your garden have all started singing this song
Yeah, the birds in your garden, they taught me the words to this song
These lyrics are from the final album version. Go here for the lyrics of the first live version, which was played in 1999.
Birds in Your Garden was one of the first songs we wrote for this record, and in terms of its style it's probably quite similar to the stuff that we wrote when we very first started out. And the idea of it is - it's kind of fitting that it's one of the first ones we wrote - because the idea of it is that somebody's staying at his lover's house but for some reason or other he can't get it together to, erm... shag her. And goes out into the garden in the morning and all the birds say to him, "c'mon, get in there". And it's about, for some reason he's unable to respond to a natural urge, the urge to 'get in there', the urge to procreate or whatever. He's so out of touch with himself that it's there for him on a plate but he's too hung up on some idea in his head that he can't do it. I just liked the idea of birds, which are supposed to be nice sweet creatures, kind of acting in a slightly yobbish way, and saying "get in there my son". I thought it was quite a nice idea.