He had a guide book and binoculars
He called himself a birdwatcher
But he knew that we were seeking out
Something beyond geese and grouse
Ravaged by our nagging doubts
The new age and the restless nights
We said we'd like to see the sites
He said he'd like to take us
We first made his acquaintance
Through a series of small payments
Wires and ACHs
Veering through the clearing house
We bought our tickets through the touts
Before the offers disappeared
Found our seats and sat between
The dilettantes and profiteers
When we landed we were greeted by the salesmen
In the market where you exit from the station
We were initially suspicious
But we drank ourselves complicit
The next three days were skippers, man
Picking up the whispers
From the dealers and the drifters
Of a strongman with some soldiers and a suntan
Our guide said that the city
Was just a little jumpy
He took us to a party
And tried to introduce us
To a girl they called The Colonel
And a kid they called The Cardinal
Because I guess he was from Phoenix or St. Louis
The Colonel said she could probably use us
Now we're marching with her army through the forest
She said you won't get any service
When we get to certain pockets
But you might hear screeching noises
Because the rockets sound like ravens
When they're skipping off the pavement
And if you ever hear the church bells
Then get down on the ground
At first we were suspicious
But we drank ourselves complicit
It felt just like a fable
With a complicated ending
Toured the royal castle
It was glass and mud and marble
With guns down on the table
Because it wasn't worth defending
The Cardinal and The Colonel
Said the ringing of the church bells
Are a signal from the generals
To tighten up the yoke
The view through the binoculars
Was spooky but spectacular
Blue sky and golden eagles
And little puffs of smoke
The Birdwatcher was laughing now
Asked us if we wondered how
Such a pretty picture
Could ever turn against itself?
We saw the youth out on the avenues
And the long looks in the automats
The Russians that we met were selling black market cigarettes
Yeah I don't think we danced with any diplomats
The thrill of being at the scene
Ducking out and in between
The curfew and the skirmishes
Went off into the wilderness
To check the natural habitat
Turned out that we finally found a purpose
When they asked for our credentials
We told them we were looking for some birds
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