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Showing posts with label Andrew Bird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andrew Bird. Show all posts

Friday, July 24, 2015

St. Vincent with Andrew Bird - What Me Worry, Une Soire de Poche #9

andrew bird - hole in the ocean floor





I woke with a start
Crying bullets, beating heart
To hear all God's creatures
Roaring again

Not a cricket was creaking,
Or a floorboard was squeaking,
And all the world was snoring for show

There's a hole in the ocean floor
There's a hole in the ocean floor
Gonna stop bleeding alone

I woke with a start
Crying bullets, beating heart
To hear all God's creatures
Roaring again...



Thursday, April 23, 2015

Andrew Bird - Nuthinduan Waltz

it take this for a smile :-)





"I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease
I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing
I swear it's the voice of Louise

Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day

And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung had little on all sides but air
In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet, I step on my doggies despair

Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day

I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease"