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Bored holes through our tongues
So sing a song about it Held our breath for too long ‘Til we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong And you can blame us for it Turn a clamp on our thumbs We'll sew a doll about it And tell us all about it How ‘bout some credit now Where credit is due For the damage that we've done? Wrought upon ourselves and others With a slow and vicious gun And although pratfalls can be fun Encores can be fatal And then I hear you say "Thank God it's fatal Not shy Not shy of fatal Thank God." Wait just a second now It's not all that bad Don't you count out the sun. You're making mountains of handkerchiefs Where the mascara always runs So be careful when you're done You're bound to get post-nasal What, did I just hear you say? "Thank God it's fatal." We don't want to hear the sound of a door And we don't want to read the signs that you bore You know, the kind of sign you hang on the door Saying, "we'll be back"- what a crack Now don't you think we might have heard that before? Bored holes through our tongues So sing a song about it Held our breath for too long ‘Til we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong And you can blame us for it Turn a clamp on our thumbs We'll sew a doll about it |
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Reuben, Reuben, I've been thinking
Said his wifey dear Now that all is peaceful and calm The boys will soon be back on the farm Mister Reuben started winking and slowly rubbed his chin He pulled his chair up close to mother And he asked her with a grin Chorus (sung twice after each verse): How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm After they've seen Paree' How ya gonna keep 'em away from Broadway Jazzin around and paintin' the town How ya gonna keep 'em away from harm, that's a mystery They'll never want to see a rake or plow And who the deuce can parleyvous a cow? How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm After they've seen Paree' Rueben, Rueben, you're mistaken Said his wifey dear Once a farmer, always a jay And farmers always stick to the hay Mother Reuben, I'm not fakin Tho you may think it strange But wine and women play the mischief With a boy who's loose with change Chorus (sung twice after each verse): How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm After they've seen Paree' How ya gonna keep 'em away from Broadway Jazzin around and paintin' the town How ya gonna keep 'em away from harm, that's a mystery Imagine Reuben when he meets his Pa He'll pinch his cheek and holler "OO-LA-LA! How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm After they've seen Paree'? |
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Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms
Please do not treat me like a stranger. Our Father would not like the way that you act And you must realize the danger. Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you And one deserving of affection? And is our purpose not the same on this earth, To love and follow His direction? We grew up together From the cradle to the grave Died and reborn And then mysteriously saved, Oh, sister... Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door, Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow. Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore You may not see me tomorrow. |
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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 to mooonn6pence from papayeverte |
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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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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 - 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 - Armchair Apocrypha (2009)
I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
of the space between our chairs and I was a cartographer of the tangles in your hair I sighed a song that silence brings it's the one that everybody knows oh everybody knows the song that silence sings and this was how it goes these looms that weave apocryphal they're hanging from a strand these dark and empty rooms were full of incandescent hands and awkward pause a fatal flaw time it's a crooked bow oh time's a crooked bow in time you need to learn to love the ebb just like the flow grab hold of your bootstraps and pull like hell ‘till gravity feels sorry for you and lets you go as if you lack the proper chemicals to know the way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low time oh time it's a crooked bow time's a crooked bow fifty-five and three?eighths years later at the bottom of this gigantic crater and armchair calls to you yeah this armchair calls to you and it says that some day we'll get back at them all with epoxy and a pair of pliers as ancient sea slugs begin to crawl through the ragweed and barbed wire you didn't write you didn't call it didn't cross your mind at all and through the waves the waves of a.m. squall you couldn't feel a thing at all you're fifty-five and three-eighths tall time |
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from Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha (2009)
when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others
and the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers milk that sours is promptly spat light will fill our eyes like cats and they shall enter from the back with spears and scepters and squirming sacks scribes and tangles between their ears faceless scrumbled charcoal smears through the coppice and the chaparral the thickets thick with mold the bracken and the brier catchweed into the fold when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others and the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers milk that sours is promptly spat the light will fill our eyes like cats cataracts |
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from Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha (2009)
When I was just a little boy
I threw away all of my action toys While I became obsessed with operation With hearts and minds and certain glands You gotta learn to keep a steady hand And thus began my morbid fascination Tore the spines from out of all of these self-help books Made myself a gun that not only shoots but looks So real It shoots through steel With rays of dark matter Do you wonder where the self resides Is it in your head or between your sides And who will be the one who will decide Its true location And does the thought of bile that's red and black The thought of tongues that taste you back Fill you with a naus-eous-eous sort of elation A noose is loosed around our necks made of DNA And every day it's growing tighter no matter what they do or say And you can shoot right through it with rays of dark matter Just before they kick out the ladder With rays of dark matter Like something catching fire Do you wonder where the self resides Is it in your head or between your sides And who will be the one who will decide Its true location |
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Dear Dirty, I'm a man strong and {n/a}
And I live in a cave, using my blood to draw,blood to draw And I live in a cave, {n/a} Something I come up to, something I come up to Something I come up to, using my blood to draw the blood to draw animal,like the bull Dear Dirty, Then I go to find more things, Go for walks to find things I, I can use to make the tools to kill all these animals, or all these things Dear Dirty |
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Turnstiles on mezzanine
Jet ways and Dramamine fiends And x-ray machines You were hurling through space G-forces twisting your face Breeding superstition A fatal premonition You know you got to envision The fiery crash Oh close your eyes and you wake up Face stuck to a vinyl settee Oh the line was starting to break up Just as you were starting to say Something apropos I don't know Beige tiles and magazines Lou Dobbs and the CNN team On every monitor screen You were caught in the crossfire Where every human face Has you reaching for your mace So it's kind of an imposition Fatal premonition To save our lives you've got to envision And to save all our lives you've got to envision The fiery crash It's just a formality Why must I explain? Just a nod to mortality Before you get on a plane Oh close your eyes and you wake up Face stuck to a vinyl settee Oh the line was starting to break up What was that you were going to say? |
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from Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha (2009)
Bored holes through our tongues
So sing a song about it Held our breath for too long ‘Til we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong And you can blame us for it Turn a clamp on our thumbs We'll sew a doll about it And tell us all about it How ‘bout some credit now Where credit is due For the damage that we've done? Wrought upon ourselves and others With a slow and vicious gun And although pratfalls can be fun Encores can be fatal And then I hear you say "Thank God it's fatal Not shy Not shy of fatal Thank God." Wait just a second now It's not all that bad Don't you count out the sun. You're making mountains of handkerchiefs Where the mascara always runs So be careful when you're done You're bound to get post-nasal What, did I just hear you say? "Thank God it's fatal." We don't want to hear the sound of a door And we don't want to read the signs that you bore You know, the kind of sign you hang on the door Saying, "we'll be back"- what a crack Now don't you think we might have heard that before? Bored holes through our tongues So sing a song about it Held our breath for too long ‘Til we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong And you can blame us for it Turn a clamp on our thumbs We'll sew a doll about it |
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from Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha (2009)
He's keeping busy
Yeah he's bleeding stones With his machinations and his palindromes It was anything but hear the voice anything but hear the voice It was anything but hear the voice That says that we're all basically alone Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions When he put his Bunsen burners all away And turning to a playground in a Petri dish Where single cells would swing their fists At anything that looks like easy prey In this nature show that rages every day It was then he heard his intuition say We were all basically alone And despite what all his studies had shown That what's mistaken for closeness Is just a case for mitosis And why do some show no mercy While others are painfully shy Tell me doctor can you quantify He just wants to know the reason, the reason why Why do they congregate in groups of four Scatter like a billion spores And let the wind just carry them away? How can kids be so mean? Our famous doctor tried to glean As he went home at the end of the day In this nature show that rages every day It was then he heard his intuition say We were all basically alone Despite what all his studies had shown That what's mistaken for closeness Is just a case of mitosis Sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis And why do some show no mercy While others are painfully shy Tell me doctor, can you quantify? The reason why |
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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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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 - 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 - 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 - Noble Beast (2009)
I see a sea anemone
The enemy See a sea anemone And that'll be the end of me. While the vicious fish was caught unawares in the tenderest of tendrils Underneath her tender gills I will become this animal Perfectly adapted to the music halls I will become this animal Anomalous appendages A non-animal Hold on just a second Don't tell me this one you know I know this one I know this song I know this one I love this song Hold on just a second Don't tell me this one you know i know this one I know this song I know this one I love this song I know this one Underneath the stalactites The troglobites lost their sight Uh oh The seemingly innocuous plecostomus though posthumus They talk to us They talk too much See a sea anemone The enemy See a sea anemone That'll be the end of me Vicious fish was caught unawares In the tend'rest tendrils Underneath her tender gills and I will become this animal Perfectly adapted to a music hall I will become this animal Anomalous appendages A non-animal |
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from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009)
If you come to find me affable
And build a replica for me Would the idea to you be laughable Of a pale facsimile So when you come to burn an effigy It should keep the flies away When you learn to burn this effigy It should be For the hours that slip away It could be you, it could be me Working the door, drinking for free Carrying on with your conspiracies Filling the room with a sense of unease Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone Like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone When one has spent too much time alone... So if you come to burn my effigy It should keep the flies away When you learn to burn an effigy it should be Of a man whose lost his way, slips away |
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from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009)
Comes and goes
Like in fits and dizzy spells, like the weather And it blows Like it knows what's going wrong, like it's clever Has a name but the name goes unspoken Weather wanes were all twisted and broken So soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on Flailing to the whir of a snack machine Muted screams of an old regime And then, oh something gets in it The nightshade gets in it And we were all fast asleep, we were all so fast asleep But you woke us, you woke us from the strangest dream That an aubergine could ever know Would ever know, would ever know Lava flows over crooks and craggy cliffs to the ocean And explodes in a steam heat fevered cyclical motion Has a name but the name goes unspoken It's in vain 'cause the language is broken So cast your own, cast your own Cast your own, cast your own Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on |
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from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009)
Come what may
Lay your eggs where it's warm We come here to swarm Come by sea Swarm like smoke in the dawn We were the young We were the swarm Radiolarians Midges and moths Cut from a cloth We were the young We were the swarm Flailing fetal fleas Feeding from the arms of the master Burrow into me And this is sure to misspell disaster Oh and the young in the larval stage Orchestrating plays In vestments of translucent alabaster So they took me to the hospital They put my body through a scan What they saw there would impress them all For inside me grows a man Who speaks with perfect diction As he orders my eviction As he acts with more conviction Than I Oh, burrow into me This is sure to misspell disaster Oh, burrow into me You're feeding from the arms of the master We were the young We were the swarm We were the young Radiolarians (3x) Come what may Come what may Come |
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