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The Bird In The Cage

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Narrator: Arjuna das
Woman: Bhogini dasi
Mrs Balderdash: Moksha Laksmi dasi
Vicar: Murari Gopal das
Bird: Parividha das


released May 13, 2015

Poem by Sakshi Gopal das

Recorded and mixed by Dwijamani das

Produced and directed by Parividha das 1999



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Parividha Amsterdam, Netherlands

Parividha das was initiated by Srila Prabhupada in 1973.

He performed with
the Vaikuntha Players
in New York in 1977
and worked with the Bhaktivedanta Players in England from 1978 to 1985.

He has appeared as John the Baptist & Judas in the musical "Godspell", Mr. Lyons in "Blood Brothers" and Pharaoh & Jacob in "Joseph And His Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat".
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Track Name: The Bird In The Cage
Exquisitely the cage was wrought with pillars carved in jade
And perches made of ivory, all beautiful inlaid
With semi-precious stones and pearl that glistered in the light
Reflected off the marble floor—a truly royal sight

She saw it through the doorway
As she passed by on the street
Standing in the corner of the shop
That sold antiques.

She went inside and said:
My man, that cage is very nice
But tell me, where’s it come from?
And I want to know the price

Antique Dealer:
The Queen of Sheba owned it once
The man replied with haste
Antique Dealer:
A very rare and fine antique
For people who’ve got taste

A bit of polish here and there
Will bring it up a treat---
But don’t forget the bird inside
He also needs to eat

She took it home that very day
And placed it in the hall
Beside the walnut writing desk
That stood against the wall

It sparkled as the evening sun
Shone through the open door
For she’d washed it down and polished it
Until her arms were sore

Feed me, feed me!
Sang the bird
Feed me please
He cried
But the lady only saw the cage
And not the bird inside

That night when she retired to bed
She dreamt of royal cages
The kind enjoyed by kings and queens
And princes through the ages

She dreamt of Chinese Mandarins
Of Rajahs and of Sheiks
But no-one had a cage
To match her newly found antique

When at last the sun arose
She woke up from her sleep
And ‘though she wasn’t washed or dressed
She ran to take a peep

And stood there in the hallway
Gazing at her new possession…
But didn’t hear the plaintive call
So great was her obsession.

Feed me, Feed me!
Called the bird
Feed me please
He cried
But the lady only saw the cage
And not the bird inside

She thought
A party would be nice
In honour of the cage.
So going through her address book
She went from page to page
Inviting all the people whom she wanted to impress
To come for tea on Saturday in formal evening dress

She hardly could contain herself
While sending out the cards
For thinking curtains would be nice
She purchased several yards

Of silk brocade to make the cage
More beautiful than ever
And stayed up sewing all night long
So great was her endeavour

Feed me, Feed me
Begged the bird
Feed me please
He cried,
But the lady only saw the cage
And not the bird inside

On Thursday night she started making
All the preparations
From currant bums to angel cakes
In great anticipation

Of all the guests who said they’d come
To see the new antique
The Vicar, Mrs. Balderdash
And all her social clique

She cleaned the stage on Friday
‘til it sparkled like a pin
But never saw the bird
Who begged for food within

And then, forgotten far too long
he tumbled from his perch
Yet managed, with his dying breath
A final, feeble chirp

Feed me please!
Implored the bird
Feed me please!
He cried
And then, without another word
He breathed his last---and died

On Saturday she cleaned the cage
And polished it with pride,
Quite unaware the bird was dead
And lying there inside

But by the time the doorbell rang
The smell was growing strong
She thought
Although I’ve cleaned the stage
There’s something very wrong (Door bell)

In two’s and three’s the guests arrived
And gathered in the hall
Around the polished birdcage
Where it stood against the wall

Until an unknown guest arrived
Without an invitation
His shaven head and flowing robes
A cause of consternation

A lady dropped her sandwiches
The vicar spilled his tea
But then the guest began to speak
With utmost gravity

And one by one they all agreed
It really was absurd
For only one devoid of sense
Could fail to see the bird

Shocked at her shortsightness
They asked why she’d never thought
To give the bird some food, inquiring:

Guest 1:
Is it clever to only see the cage
And not the bird, who lives within?
Guest 2:
You’ve killed it with your negligence
It really is a sin.

Guest 3:
The cage, my dear, is very nice
As anyone can see
And shouldn’t be neglected
By the likes of you and me.

Guest 4:
But what a dreadful thing you’ve done
So foolish and absurd
To think the cage is everything
And never feed the bird!

So great was her embarrassment
She tried to run and hide
But slipped upon the Persian rug
And fell upon her side

Into the antique birdcage
Which then toppled to the floor
And broke into a thousand pieces
Some say even more

Exquisitely the cage was wrought
With pillars carved in jade
And perches made of ivory
All beautiful inlaid

With semi-precious stones and pearl
That glittered in the light
Until it smashed upon the floor
No more a royal sight

Don't think this body's all in all
And starve the soul inside
And waste the chance of human life
Misled by foolish pride