The Birds Do Thus by Mustela putorious furo published on 2012-04-12T02:08:00Z An ambient electronic piece I put together a long while back. This is a tonal explication of a Robert Frost poem I love. I felt that his words were perfectly descriptive of my own dissociated days spent in a haze of necessarily indulgent coma, when I should have been out doing other things. I built it on a framework of 32 bar phrases. There was something significant about the numerology of it, but I have since forgotten why. Maybe because it was 2002 and I was born in 1970, or something like that. I slept all day The birds do thus That sing a while At eve for us. To have you soon I gave away Well satisfied, To give a day Life's not so short I care to keep The unhappy days, I choose to sleep.