For some reason the above lyrics from a song by They Might Be Giants came into my head this evening...I know I've thought about the song before - but here by myself, I tend to start think about things in a more philosophical sense...probably more so than anybody really should.
My current take on the lyrics is to let your soul be open (as birdhouse is). I know - pretty deep stuff. But then look at a birdhouse...humans put it up and then some bird claims it in the spring time...and then has to line w/ twigs, leaves, or whatever they line it with...and then they live there, laying and hatching little baby birds...and the and they just take off - no attachment to the house whatsoever...leaving the twigs, leaves, and who knows what behind.
In all honesty - I don't know where I'm going with this...but given recent events in my life - that one line of lyrics seems to make sense. Right now I feel like I just have a lot of twigs, leaves, and who knows what inside me and I think it's time to clean house to make another little birdhouse in my soul.
I'm sure folks with They Might Be Giants are shaking their heads at this post...and I should probably get out more.
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