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Reference to: 
The Cockatoos
A short story by Patrick White
1974  
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The Cockatoos, the short story 

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In this short story, humans behaviour is worse than the behaviour of the shrieking, preening wild cockatoos in the gardens.

 

The rest of the song is another Smith marvel.

How many songs of any era could include the following lines without a trace of pretentiousness?

 

‘And turning on his heel

He left a trace of bubbles

Bleeding in his stead’

 

From

The Cockatoos

 

P260

“Once as he lay looking out through his window... he could count eleven cockatoos. All docile for the moment, kindness and wisdom in the currant-eyes. Or if the crests rose. It was like ladies delicately opening fans.”

 

“...he was the boy outside looking through this great window to where the company was seated, in knots on guilded chairs.. all of them docile while, their harsher elders ablaze with a white fire of diamonds, as they picked at the words they chose to offer in conversation. When a certain elderly lady shrieked, for some secret perhaps...And all the ladies and meek gurus where joining in the general screech. Whirling as they changed positions “

 

P262

“A cockatoo was perched on one of her chimneys. A wing outstretched straight and stiff as he picked beneath the coverts. A second bird, feathers ruffled as he sat clutching a terracotta fireman’s helmet. Screeched at the intruder. Or was it a former live?”

 

 

 

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Like Cockatoos, the song

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She walked out of her house

And looked around

At all the gardens that looked

Back at her house

(Like all the faces

That quiz when you smile)

And he was standing

At the corner

Where the road turned dark

A part of shiny wet

Like blood the rain fell

Black down on the street

And kissed his feet she fell

Her head an inch away from heaven

And her face pressed tight

And all around the night sang out

Like cockatoos

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"There are a thousand things" he said

"I'll never say those things to you again"

And turning on his heel

He left a trace of bubbles

Bleeding in his stead

And in her head

A picture of a boy who left her

Lonely in the rain

(And all around the night sang out like cockatoos)

 

Songwriters: Boris Williams / Laurence Andrew Tolhurst / Porl Thompson / Robert James Smith / Simon Gallup

Like Cockatoos lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

 

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