Fly Man Fly
Spoken-word vocal over a sustained drone and subtle pulse.
A childhood memory about wonder, falling, and the quiet belief that things can rise again.
Minimal by design — the voice leads, the sound listens.
Mixed by Yossi Scheinberg.
Lyrics
I looked up and saw it fly
Nothing of nature yet in the sky
A little child with a gleam in his eye
He looked so amazed
The wind let up and down it came
The boy cried out called it by name
He ran with that bird made it a game
And yelled fly man fly
Out of breath he couldn’t go on
Both of them living on a prayer and a song
It's as if the wind knew it didn’t belong
It fell and broke its wing
That little boy got up off the ground
Picked up the bird without making a sound
He said I guess things always come around
I know you’ll fly again
Fly man fly
You’re gonna fall again
Don’t ask why
Don’t ask when