Has anyone ever mentioned the similarity to Emily Dickinsons poem, “Hope is the thing with feathers?
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. But really, John Linnell (They Might Be Giants) says: I mean, for example, “Birdhouse In Your Soul” is a song about a nightlight. That’s it. It’s written from the perspective of a nightlight serenading the occupant of its room. The thing is, there are so many syllables in the songs that we have to come up with something to fill the spaces. So it ends up being kind of Gilbert and Sullivany.
