As I read over To Kill A Mockingbird, I realize how important an impact it had upon the music and the literature that followed.

 

Here are a few examples.

Bluebird

Listen to my bluebird laugh.
She can't tell you why.

Deep within her heart, you see,
She knows only crying.

Just crying.

There she sits, aloft at perch.
Strangest color blue.

Flying is forgotten now.
Thinks only of you.

Just you.

Oh yeah...

So, get all those blues,
Must be a thousand hues.

And be just differently used.
You just know.

You sit there mesmerized
By the depth of her eyes

That you can't categorize.
She got soul.

She got soul.
She got soul.

She got soul!

Do you think she loves you?

Do you think at all?

Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing

Who's that stomping
all over my face?

Where's that silhouette
I'm trying to trace?

Who's putting sponge
in the bells I once rung

And taking my gypsy
before she's begun

To singing the meaning
of what's in my mind

Before I can take home
what's rightfully mine.

Joinin' and listenin'
and talkin' in rhymes

Stoppin' the feeling
to wait for the times.

Who's saying baby,
that don't mean a thing,

'Cause nowadays Clancy
can't even sing.

And who's all hung-up
on that happiness thing?

Who's trying to tune
all the bells that he rings?

And who's in the corner
and down on the floor

With pencil and paper
just counting the score?

And who's trying to act
like he's just in between?

The line isn't black,
if you know that it's green.

Don't bother looking,
you're too blind to see

Who's coming on
like he wanted to be.

Who's saying baby,
that don't mean a thing,

'Cause nowadays
Clancy can't even sing.

And who's coming home
on the old nine-to-five?

Who's got the feeling
that he came alive,

Though havin' it,
sharin' it
ain't quite the same

It ain't no gold nugget,
you can't lay a claim

Who's seeing eyes
through the crack
in the floor

There it is baby,
don't you worry no more

Who should be sleepin',
but is writing this song

Wishin' and a-hopin'
he weren't so durned wrong.

Who's saying baby,
that don't mean a thing,

'Cause nowadays Clancy
can't even sing.

On the Road Home

When the dream came
I held my breath
with my eyes closed

I went insane,
Like a smoke ring day
When the wind blows

Now I won't be back
till later on

If I do come back at all
But you know me,
and I miss you now.

In a strange game
I saw myself as you knew me

When the change came,
And you had a

Chance to see through me
Though the other side

is just the same

You can tell
my dream is real

Because I love you,
can you see me now?

Though we rush ahead
to save our time

We are only what we feel

And I love you,
can you feel it now?