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| from Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha (2009) | |||||
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
Wishing for contentment, hoping for relentment
venting my resentment on the happy few Awaiting resolution, and dreams of restitution finding retribution's just another thing to do You've got to keep yourself busy, visit Aunt Lizzy just see how she's been But when you're making a late run two judgmental matrons retort, see what I mean? A seeming reprobation, perhaps it's my vocation a nauseous elation comes to mind but it fades so soon |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Christmas Caravan (1998)
I love the winter weather
Because the two of us can get together There's nothing sweeter, finer When it's nice and cold I can hold Baby closer, to me Collecting all the kisses that are due me I love the winter weather Because I've got my love to keep me warm I love the winter weather Because the two of us can get together There's nothing sweeter, finer When it's nice and cold I can hold Baby closer, to me Collecting little kisses that are due me I love the winter weather Because I've got my love to keep me warm So warm |
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| from Andrew Bird - Andrew Bird & The Mysterious Production Of Eggs (2005) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings [ep] (2013) | |||||
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from Andrew Bird - Weather Systems (2006)
quiet
quiet down she said speaking to the back of his head on the edge of her bed I can see your blood flow your cells grow hold still a while don't spill the wine I can see it all from here I can see I can see weather systems of the world and every time you turn the soil another cloud begins to boil some things you say are not for sale I would hold that we're all free agents of a substance or scale hold still a while don't spill the wine I can see it all from here I can see I can see weather systems of the world |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
Elder Green is dead and gone
Lost his way going to town Don't know who he is or what he's done But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue Yeah it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue If I was in an old hotel That happened to be on fire Maybe I'd jump or Maybe I'd reconsider Then I'd climb a little higher Like an oily rag In a dusty corner Like a box of matches near an open flame I'd jump 18 stories from a burning fire Sooner than I'd face this world of shame Yeah I'd skip this town and Jump a westbound train Take these fingerlings from my fingers Spoken with your breath With white-washed eyes And flies that linger Seems rather forlorn and bereft I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie As if I couldn't have guessed He says I'm gonna get the hell Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west If I was in an old hotel That happened to be on fire Maybe I'd jump or Maybe I'd reconsider Then I'd climb a little higher Like an oily rag In a dusty corner Like a box of matches near an open flame I'd get so far away From that old matchbox hotel Man I'd skip this town and Jump a westbound train Anything to get away from this shame Take these fingerlings from my fingers Spoken with your breath With white-washed eyes And flies that linger Seems rather forlorn and bereft I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie As if I couldn't have guessed He says I'm gonna get the hell Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west |
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 2 (2013) | |||||
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
Wait, don't go too early
you're tired but everyone's tired but no one is tired enough only wait a little and listen music of hair, music of pain music of looms weaving all our loves again be there to hear it, it's your only chance hair will become interesting pain will become interesting second hand gloves will become lovely again wait, wait for now distrust everything if you have to but trust the hours haven't they carried you everywhere up to now |
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
There was a time when I enjoyed vidalia
there was no other fruit I dared my lips to touch my grandad he prescribed vidalia "for whatever ails ya" - heart disease, the grippe and such But to yourself this medicine you'll properly expose the benefits of health, wealth, and respect Eat it like an apple of a deep-colored rose sweet victory will be yours to delect But how my palate grows tired so sweet, so sweet, so sweet no thanks I'll take defeat I remember a dark and smoky den Cheeks of roast beef bloody rare Oh, whiskey-edged faces of barrel-chested men And I'm feelin' small, weak and scared I remember that nook, the way I shook pain hurts innocence be damned red with shame and red with pain we all sit down to eat our leg of lamb our leg of lamb... we all sit down to eat our leg of lamb |
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| from Andrew Bird - Valleys Of The Young [digital single] (2016) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Are You Serious (Deluxe Edition) (2016) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Andrew Bird & The Mysterious Production Of Eggs (2005) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Andrew Bird & The Mysterious Production Of Eggs (2005) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Weather Systems (2006) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Weather Systems (2006) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings [ep] (2013) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Music of Hair (1992) | |||||
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
You come to me at twighlight
The soft summer breeze, the sand, the waving hair But how am I to know? This feeling has no name. Each morning I dream of twighlight And wait for your glow Down from where the moonflowers grow. Far beneath the sea Awaits a home for me. |
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| from Andrew Bird - Are You Serious (Deluxe Edition) (2016) | |||||
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track
This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track Not what I heard or saw on TV, But what I witnessed entirely Each bend in the road was infact another curve on the monkey track Once upon a time we thought we were free And had control over destiny We saw ourselves a competent band Able to reason, prosper and plan But we had a chamber in the moon Circumstance made us change our tune When the veil was torn from our face We became the monkeys riding the race MONKEY! You think you got the stuff it takes to break away! Boy youll be on the track every day Talent, vigor,drive Youll eat peanut butter the rest of your life And these last things you can arrange Find other people equally strange Stuff yourselves in the van and ride the pine box derby to the finish line I said: Chris P. rides on a serious plan Hes going to finish as fast as he can The Escalator takes it personally And does not drive professionally Charming Enchantress and Bones can run Even if the winshield wipers are on I the Broadcaster avoid police But the Bat was led into custody |
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings [ep] (2013) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Things Are Really Great Here, Sort Of... (2014) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 3 (2013) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Ballad of the Red Shoes [ep] (2001) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Ballad of the Red Shoes [ep] (2001) | |||||
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| from The Muppets (더 머펫) by The Muppets [ost] (2011) | |||||
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from Andrew Bird - Soldier On (2009)
I knew this one girl
Drowned in her own curls Candy colored swirls That never seemed to end I could not comprehend Half what she said to me So casually All our tender ears would bend Tales of ritual self-torture She's making you abort your Most carefully laid plans To make a final stand The rest threw up their hands Scoreless victory for serendipity Tales of ritual sef-torture She's making you abort your Most carefully laid plans TO make a final stand The rest threw up their hands In scoreless victory for serendipity |
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 3 (2013) | |||||
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from Andrew Bird - Soldier On (2009)
This is a story, some kind of a story
this is a story about about a boy and girl, a girl and a boy, a boy. ( ), only fighting. that some boy in the dark while he held joan of arc inverted crystal mountain kind of a story. this is a story man, about the serifs and ciphers that the scholars deciphered translations of sanskrit just as my handwritten story. this is a story where the singers begin to appear in the spaces between all the dashes and braces in the mothbitten story - of getting left behind. this is a story some kind of a story. with the pages distressed sins you held to your chest, they were mangled and dog eared, while the rest were just mangy and gory. this is a story about the memory of water translating the sound of the traffic. remember the traffic? it's making you carsick all along southfield freeway. and translating mistakes and the trees and the stake and the trees for the woods and the sound of the trash for the sound of the blowing leaves along the southfield freeway. my name is a blackbird, (breast is a) two tone. feathers are warm in molasses, twisting the words from the silence to gases. now i don't have worry (of making it) it's so unclear. am i dead or am i dying or am i simply tired of crying? my name is a blackbird, (breast is a) two tone. feathers are warm in molasses, twisting the words from the silence to gases. now i don't have worry (of making it) it's so unclear. am i dead or am i dying or am i simply tired of crying? my name is a blackbird. |
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| from Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha (2009) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 4 (2013) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Things Are Really Great Here, Sort Of... (2014) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Echolocations:Canyon (2015) | |||||
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from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009)
Don't sell me anything
Your one time offer, so uncalled-for You call it peace of mind Cause I can see your house from here Now all the leaves have fallen, dear I can see you're just a little privateer As your confession draws more near Time and again, I find I'm listless Or rather, fistless In time, oh, that's what I find So carry me to Mecca With what you may divine Take me with you, take me with you Don't leave me behind Oh cause I, I don't want your life insurance Home, auto, health, flood, and fire insurance Oh, just make, please make this basic inference And speak of me in the present tense Oh cause I, I can see your ships from here Now all the weather's so bright and clear I can see you're just a little profiteer As your confession draws more near As your confession draws more near As your confession draws more near |
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| from Andrew Bird - Are You Serious (Deluxe Edition) (2016) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Andrew Bird & The Mysterious Production Of Eggs (2005) | |||||
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
Tonight I will dream
Far below the fading light My dream is for you My arms were made to hold you tight Now the time has come The time has come |
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| from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Andrew Bird & The Mysterious Production Of Eggs (2005) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 3 (2013) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Music of Hair (1992) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Ballad of the Red Shoes [ep] (2001) | |||||
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
Don't tell me anything...anyhow
your contribution, proposed solution fails for now cause I can see your house from here now the leaves have fallen, dear you're such a little privateer as your confession draws mor enear Don't sell me anything...of any kind your one time offer is so uncalled for you call it piece of mind but I don't want your life insurance home auto health fire insurance just make this basic inference employs a little common sense Time and again I find I'm listless or rather fistless in time that's what I find Carry me to Mecca with what you may devine take me with you, take me with you, don't leave me behind Don't tell me anything...anyhow your trite donation, commercialization won't hold water now 'cause I can see your ship from here now the weather's bright and clear you're such a little privateer as your confession draws near |
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| from Andrew Bird - Echolocations:Canyon (2015) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 4 (2013) | |||||
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
When you do that little thing
That fascinating thing I get so fascinated with you baby My knees get weak Every time you speak my name The way you treat me mama means everything Come on and do that thing That fascinating thing! |
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from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009)
Tenuous at best was all he had to say
When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans Greek Cypriots and harbor sorts who hang around in ports a lot uh huh Here's where things start getting weird While chinless men will scratch their beards And to their minds a sharpened axe Is brushed upon the Uralic syntaxes Love of hate acts as an axis Love of hate acts as an axis First it wanes and then it waxes So procreate and pay your taxes Tenuousness, less seven comes to three Them, you, us plus eleven Thank the heavens for their elasticity And as for those who live and die for astronomy When coprophagia was writ Know when to stand or when to sit Can't stand to stand, can't stand to sit And who would want to know this? Click, click, click Who wants to look upon this? Who wants to look upon this pray tell? Who wants to look upon this? Who wants to look upon this pray tell, pray tell? Tenuousness, less seven comes to three Them, you, us plus eleven comes just shy of infinity And as for those who live and die from numerology |
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| from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Andrew Bird & The Mysterious Production Of Eggs (2005) | |||||
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4:25 |
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006) | |||||
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4:48 |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
When I was a little boy I threw away my action toys
I became obsessed with operation with Hearts and minds and certain glands You learn to keep a steady hand And thus began a morbid fascination with... sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking Do you wonder where the self resides Is it in your head or between your sides And who's going to decide its true location? cause it's a question for the centuries from communion to mad cow disease but is it worthy of a song - all life's location? oh and the sweetest sweetbread of them all within the kingdom of afar call them thoughts and metaphor-inations they call them sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking does the thought of bowels red and black the thought of tongues that taste you back fill you with a nauseous elation where a simple trip to the grocery store could fill you with an abject horror can you taste the misery of those crustaceans? oh and the sweetest sweetbread of them all within the kingdom of afar should've caused some silent machinations they call them sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking aw, I could taste what you were thinking oh, give me your thoughts about sweetbread |
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings [ep] (2013) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Echolocations:Canyon (2015) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Ballad of the Red Shoes [ep] (2001) | |||||
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
In a line at a cafe
I overheard a waitress say 'These cats is broke, I knows 'em Through 'em out the doors and close 'em' Still look saggy, for so low This occupation's got to go Up pulls the limo, up goes the thrill The suits are picking up the bill It's alright for them to tag along It's just one bill their tagging on I'll find some way to get along The business suits to the rescue So nice doing business with you Do we really hate the clock When we realize that 'Oh, their selling down for the deal' The suits are picking up, the suits are picking up the bill I cannot say from where I'm standing My friends have passed out on the landing Yes, one too many has left us high and dry I've been feeling down, since the suits got back in town |
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| from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Bedlam Ballroom (2008) | |||||
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| from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Sold Out (2008) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Music of Hair (1992) | |||||
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from Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha (2009)
The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney
With remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect But the yolk isn't easy in fact it's a drag As they're blowin' through cornfields and mountains of rags All over the suburbs across the great lawns And they're cropdusting gardens all over this town But nobody cares when it gets in their hair It gets in their lungs as it floats through the air It gets in the food that they buy and prepare But nobody cares when it gets in their hair Across the great chasms and schisms And the sudden aneurysms Where the black ink will drip across the cuspis of your eyes And your teeth, they're worth more than you can spare Oh, don't tell me that it just isn't fair Don't speak about the cycles of life 'Cause your thoughts are so soft I can cut 'em with a spork, or a bride's knife And the wine made our mouths too loose Such a reckless choice of words When you told me that I'm too abstruse I just thought it was a kind of bird I swear, I just stood there Not saying a word |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
All alone now, guess I'm satisfied
All alone now, guess I'm satisfied Lil' bit older now, guess I'm satisfied What a dream life would seem If only they'd let you keep your etch-a-sketch What a dream life would seem If only they'd let you keep your etch-a-sketch |
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 2 (2013) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Andrew Bird & The Mysterious Production Of Eggs (2005) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Andrew Bird & The Mysterious Production Of Eggs (2005) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 2 (2013) | |||||
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from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009)
Though bells will ring
Church steeples were catchin fire If you promise spring Then I'll know you are a liar Cause in the spring Tender grasses won't burn easily Tough thrushes sing Still my lover won't return to me Wild parsnips they still scald my lungs While thistles will burn my feet And if you join our chorus You will never fear anymore So here it comes the chorus We will meet on a fatal shore Souverian Souverian the elder Souverian Souverian was free Souverian Souverian we feld her So very young so very young were we Birds will sing Still my lover won't return to me You promise spring Still my lover won't return to me Wild parsnips scald my lungs And thistles are burning my feet So here it comes the chorus You'll never fear anymore If you join a chorus We will meet on a fatal shore Under the elders The older get younger The younger get over Over their elders Under the elders Pretend that you're older now Under the elders The older get younger The younger get over Over the elders Under the elders Bending your branches down We who are so very young Still my lover won't return to me Thrushes sing Still my lover won't return to me Wild parsnips they still scald my lungs While thistles still burn my feet |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
I was walking down the street
A stranger said to me Be careful what you do Then when waiting for a train I heard a strange refrain Id watch out if I were you, boy Is something going to happen soon Somethings going to happen soon I have a phone that dosent ring A line that dosent sting I have a dream where snowflakes fall inside a painted hall But that dont pay the rent If you draw a bow draw the strongest Yes, and if you use an arrow use the longest Altough I dont spook easily It has occured to me Transformation is in the air Are the heavens conspiring to show me this new thing Or has it always been there |
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| from Andrew Bird - Music of Hair (1992) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Ballad of the Red Shoes [ep] (2001) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Things Are Really Great Here, Sort Of... (2014) | |||||
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| from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Christmas Caravan (1998) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Andrew Bird & The Mysterious Production Of Eggs (2005) | |||||
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
my skin is
white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent resting on her bones waiting for the telephone to ring ba-ring ba-ring ba-ring . . . bo-ring bo-ring bo-ring . . . my skin is cold as her toes on the bathroom floor run back to bed and slam the door oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely... skin is my it's the only thing that doesn't really fly in my land and love, oh love is my love is it's the only thing that butterfly in Thailand let it be printed on every t-shirt in this land on the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands in bolder letters than the capital I it's the only thing, it's the only thing it's the only lonely, whoa my skin is white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent waiting for that macrame bird of prey to come down and sing la-ling la-ling la-ling... oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh, oh what a lovely sound |
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 2 (2013) | |||||
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from Andrew Bird - Weather Systems (2006)
my skin is
white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent resting on her bones waiting for the telephone to ring ba-ring ba-ring ba-ring . . . bo-ring bo-ring bo-ring . . . my skin is cold as her toes on the bathroom floor run back to bed and slam the door oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely... skin is my it's the only thing that doesn't really fly in my land and love, oh love is my love is it's the only thing that butterfly in Thailand let it be printed on every t-shirt in this land on the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands in bolder letters than the capital I it's the only thing, it's the only thing it's the only lonely, whoa my skin is white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent waiting for that macrame bird of prey to come down and sing la-ling la-ling la-ling... oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh, oh what a lovely sound |
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from Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha (2009)
some people wake up on Monday mornings
barring maelstroms and red flare warnings with no explosions and no surprises perform a series of exercises hold your fire take your place around an open fire before your neurons declare a crisis before your trace Serotonin rises before you're reading your coffee grounds and before a pundit can make a sound and before you're reading your list of vices perform the simplest exercises so here at the end the war is over there's nothing left to defend no cliffs of Dover so let us put down our pens and this concludes our test our minds are scattered about from hell to breakfast hold your fire take your place around an open fire don't open fire |
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from Andrew Bird - Soldier On (2009)
You were right
There was never reason to worry Money made your eyesight all blurry Making lists of pacifists Recalcitrant poses Can't you see how dangerous The one you chose is Which brings us back to Might makes right So we learn from Wars of the Roses Pain was only fear kneading your toeses Making haste to spite your face to cut off your noses Convince yourself and others that these Fish smell like roses Can't you see how dangerous When you're too content to make a fuss Can't you see how dangerous Squint your eyes and see Elephants, sycophants, elephants Squint your ears and hear red-faced rants Pleated pants Sycophants That's what you are Can't you see how dangerous When you're too content to make a fuss |
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| from Andrew Bird - Are You Serious (Deluxe Edition) (2016) | |||||
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2:48 |
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| from Andrew Bird - Soldier On (2009) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 4 (2013) | |||||
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4:35 |
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from Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha (2009)
Five day forecast bring black tar rains and hellfire
while handpicked handler's kid gloves tear at the inseams their Halliburton attache cases are useless while scotch guard Macintoshes shall be carbonized now they're offering views of exiting empires such breathtaking views of Scythian empires Scythian empires, horsemen of the Russian steppe Scythian empires, archers of an afterthought Routed by Sarmatians, thwarted by the Thracians Scythian empire Scythian empires, exiting empires Scythian empires, exiting empires Routed by Sarmatians, thwarted by the Thracians Scythian empire Kings of Macedonia, Scythian empire |
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| from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 3 (2013) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Are You Serious (Deluxe Edition) (2016) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Roma Fade [digital single] (2016) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Are You Serious (Deluxe Edition) (2016) | |||||
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| from Andrew Bird - Echolocations:Canyon (2015) | |||||
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3:59 |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
Give her a red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes
A new bob haircut and a shot of good booze her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn oh if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone come along young man, everything's sitting right here my husband's gone away till next Saturday night her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn oh if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone I’m round-a-go, red shoes on my feet got my mind set right for ten years at sea her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone yeah cause the red rooster says "cock-a-doodle do do" the wishing woman says "and a doodle do" her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone one more time red rooster says "cock-a-doodle do do" the wishing woman says "and a doodle do" her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone if you come too late your mama' will be gone |
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from A Life Less Ordinary (이완 맥그리거의 인질) by David Arnold [ost] (1997)
Put a lid on it
What's that you say? Put a lid on it Oh man, no way Put a lid down on it, and everything will be all right. Put a lid on it Don't hand me that Put a lid on it I'm all right, Jack Put a lid down on it, before somebody starts a fight. Say, every time I turn it loose you cats Come down and cook my goose When I start I just can't stop But if you keep this up you're gonna blow your top! Put a lid on it Too late this time Put a lid on it I've got to get what's mine Put a lid down on it, and everything will be all right. Well, grab your drink and clear a space I think it's time to torch this place Now the girl's in overdrive But some of your pals want to stay alive! I'll put a lid on it I'll put a lid down on it Save it for another night |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
Put a lid on it
What's that you say? Put a lid on it Oh man, no way Put a lid down on it, and everything will be all right. Put a lid on it Don't hand me that Put a lid on it I'm all right, Jack Put a lid down on it, before somebody starts a fight. Say, every time I turn it loose you cats Come down and cook my goose When I start I just can't stop But if you keep this up you're gonna blow your top! Put a lid on it Too late this time Put a lid on it I've got to get what's mine Put a lid down on it, and everything will be all right. Well, grab your drink and clear a space I think it's time to torch this place Now the girl's in overdrive But some of your pals want to stay alive! I'll put a lid on it I'll put a lid down on it Save it for another night |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
She:
Anywhere old Prince Nez goes That's where I go too He clears up a stormy sky, Whenever he's by my side. Everything's nearer, everything's clearer Everything's so divine. I don't care what momma sez Prince Nez I'm gonna make you mine. He: Anywhere old Prince Nez goes That's where she goes too! Always so debonair. Flirting with such a flair. (Oh you dog!) Everything's hazy, everything's crazy Everything's up in the air. My gal sez she loves Prince Nez But I really don't care. |
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from Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha (2009)
to moonnn6pence from papayeverte
This isn't your song This isn't your music How can they be wrong When by committee they choose it all? They choose it all Chin chin Chin chin You're gonna grow old You're gonna grow cold Bearing signs on the avenue For your own personal Waterloo You're bearing signs on the avenue For your own personal Waterloo now We'll fight we'll fight We'll fight for your music halls And dying cities They'll fight they'll fight They'll fight for your neural walls And plasticities And precious territory This isn't our song This isn't even a musical I think life is too long To be a whale in a cubicle Nails under your cuticle Chin chin You're gonna grow old You're gonna grow so cold Before this song can deliver you You're bearing signs on the avenue You're bearing signs For your own personal Waterloo now We'll fight we'll fight We'll fight for your music halls And dying cities They'll fight they'll fight They'll fight for your neural walls And plasticities And precious territory |
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