[This is a cut from HipBone's 'Decoupage' CD; featuring Peter Zolli on bass, lots of other things, and production, & Keith Prescott on drums.]
STEREO BIRDNESTS
Bret H. Hart 1998
stereo birdnests on our porch
in big ol' ferns where the sun don't scorch
one to the left
one to the right
homesteads shaped like cups inside
cats can’t reach ‘em,
up too high
and we asked the kids not to give ‘em a fright
one to the left
one to the right
little cup-shaped homes inside
our little finch couples seem to trust us some
and our baby daughter likes to watch when they come
getting’ it done ‘cause there’s eggs to lay
time’s a wastin’, no time to play
feels kinda nice they’ve chosen
we’re a family,
too,
and we won’t cause a fuss
livin’ in harmony,
side-by-each,
listenin’ to what the animals teach
life can get crooked
and throw you off-track
I walked myself in,
gotta walk myself back
pack up a sandwich,
maybe something’ to drink
sit up on a rock where there’s room to think
stereo birdnests on our porch
in big ol' ferns where the sun won't scorch
one to the left
one to the right
little cup-shaped homes inside

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Really enjoyed this one Bret. Great melody, arrangement, harmony and sentiment.
Thanks Ben! I write lots of songs on my porch, with the sounds in the trees around me.
Bret