Este tercer sencillo del próximo álbum de Wendy McNeill, ‘First There Were Feathers’, es una oda a una variedad específica de aves que dejó a McNeill asombrada, como ella misma explica; “Los vencejos son aves simplemente asombrosas”, reflexiona. “Pasan hasta doce meses en el aire sin aterrizar para comer, beber, aparearse o incluso dormir. ¡Increíble! Así que con esta canción quería combinar lo que me parece tan interesante de los vencejos con un paisaje sonoro flotante y de ensueño que coincida con el tono que siento cuando los veo”.
El video representa además la libertad de los vencejos a través del arquetipo humano. “¿Quién es más libre y itinerante que los músicos y los artistas de circo?” Wendy posa: “Así que les pedí a los músicos que tocaban en la pista que vinieran e invité a los malabaristas a agregar un poco de magia”.
Divertido y, sin embargo, completamente acorde con su tema, ‘Swift, As One Designed For Flying’ está tomado del próximo álbum ‘First There Were Feathers’, que combina aún más la historia personal en medio del mito y la leyenda, y se lanzará el 26 de mayo.
Swift, As One Designed For Flying
so much of us you can’t understand
even if you held us in your hand
a monomorphic anomaly
shades of black and brown is all you’d see
yes, your vision is poor and your heart is slow
you’re featherless- yet you think you know
what freedom is- so on you go
only yours- the tale worth telling
while I live on the wing and die on the wing
as one designed for flying
to eat on the wing
to sleep on the wing
and while I sleep-
I’m dreaming
of parties where we feasted well
above deltas, lakes and through tails of storms
much higher than the martins go
2000 strong- we soared and dove
to play on the wing
to mate on the wing
as ones designed for flying
we drop our feathers one by one
a slow renewal is preferred by some
a full moult would leave us too undone
even we- those nearest to the sun
we pair for life- this you may know
but once we raise our young we go
our separate ways- subsaharan days
10 months of 12 are travelling
to live on the wing
to thrive on the wing
as ones designed for flying
to drink on the wing
to sleep on the wing
and while I sleep-
I’m dreaming
a unihemispheric sleep
fuelled by light and acetylcholine
a slow wave stream of things I’ve seen
and all the things worth having
I’ve lived longer now than most
I’m growing tired but I can boast
if all the miles were added up
I’d have been 6 times to the moon and back
I’ve lived on the wing
I’ll die on the wing
as one designed for flying
I sing on the wing
I dream on the wing
and while I dream
I’m flying…
