Name: The Language Of The Last Word You Will Ever Hear by Della House in Pop Roadtrip
Duration: 3 min 23 s
Description: Lively song about death. The rituals and social conventions around death have their own language. New words are given to the living that the dead will never hear. Della House brings original poetry to life through songs written by hand and performed with the help of AI-generated music.

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Lively song about death. The rituals and social conventions around death have their own language. New words are given to the living that the dead will never hear. Della House brings original poetry to life through songs written by hand and performed with the help of AI-generated music.

The Language Of The Last Word You Will Ever Hear

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Man,
you travel like a bird—
singing as you go, crossing mountains, drifting over the sea.
Yes, you are the one who knows freedom best: Birdman.
You look up at the sky and reach for it,
lie upon the grass and play with the wind.
Even in those small moments—you are Birdman.
You hide in the shade of trees, slip away from those who chase you,
search for the ones you love,
and sharpen the wings of your voice.
Living as freely as a wild, wandering bird.
And yet—
inside my cage, you somehow find a quiet peace,
even as you search in your dreams
for a reason to step outside.
Still, you remain my Birdman.
Hello, hello—
how badly do you long to be free?
When you say you want to meet strangers,
are you pretending? Or are you simply a genius of restlessness?
Hey, look at your feet.
You’re already flying—
floating, gently, in the air.
Everyone loves you,
Birdman.
But I—
I,
I,
love you more than anyone.
Birdman.

Bird Man

Below the deck, where shadows loom,
No life rafts left, just silent doom.
Unnecessary stress, it weighs us down,
Indecisive hearts in the sea’s dark frown.
Time to leap, with hope so thin,
Sink or swim, let the test begin.
-Say your prayers to the night’s cold breath,
In the deep, where whispers flirt with death.
A deep breath in, the water’s cold embrace,
A moment frozen, fear etched on each face.
In you plunge, the world a silent blur,
Below, the depths of dreams that were.
-Flashes of life, like lightning's strike,
Of coulda, woulda, shoulda’s spike.
Memories like shards of broken glass,
Strife-filled days, reflections of the past.
The looking glass shows paths untread,
Choices unmade, words unsaid.
-Yet in the murk, a glimmer bright,
A spark of hope, a guiding light.
The water’s grip, a cold, tight vice,
But in the heart, a fire twice.
Embrace the now, let fear dissolve,
In the chaos, let strength evolve.
-Waves crash hard, a symphony wild,
But in the storm, the soul beguiled.
Rise above the churning sea,
Break the chains, set spirit free.
For in the depths, a strength anew,
A journey starts, with skies so blue.
-Sink or swim, a fate to steer,
Face the waves, shed every tear.
In the vast, where dreams can soar,
Find your way to a distant shore.
Embrace the fight, let courage sing,
In the heart, a phoenix spring.
-Below the deck, where darkness fades,
Hope emerges, light invades.
Through the strife, a path unfolds,
A story of resilience bold.
Sink or swim, the choice so clear,
Navigate the depths, persevere.

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