Dear Old Greenland Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

On the way to Greenland I shall find All the disparate fragments of your mind I shall return a different man And darling, do all that I can On the way to Greenland I shall find no mundane distractions

Way Out West Andrew Bird

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

Auld Lang Syne Andrew Bird

Should old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind Should all acquaintance be forgot And auld lang syne For auld lang syne my dear For auld lang syne We'll take a cup o' kindness yet For auld

The Privateers Andrew Bird

Don't sell me anything Your one time offer so uncalled for, you call it piece of mind 'Cause I can see your house from here Now leaves have fallen, dear I can see you're just a little privateer As

Simple X Andrew Bird

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

Farewell To Tarwathie Judy Collins

Farewell to Tarwathie Adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond I bid you farewell I'm bound off for Greenland And ready to sail In hopes to find riches In hunting the whale Farewell to my comrades

Farewell Judy Collins

Farewell to Tarwathie Adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond I bid you farewell I'm bound off for Greenland And ready to sail In hopes to find riches In hunting the whale Farewell to my comrades

Cataracts Andrew Bird

And 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

Lull Andrew Bird

being alone it can be quite romantic like jacques cousteau underneath the atlantic a fantastic voyage to parts unknown going to depths where the sun`s never shone and i fascinate myself when i`m alone

Masterfade Andrew Bird

He's perfect At least within his dreams He's perfect To satisfy my scheme He doesn't know my name I don't recall his name And though it's true My flesh is new Believe me, dear My mind is clear He's smiling

First Song Andrew Bird

Then it was dusk in Illinois a small boy After an afternoon of carting dung hung On a rail fence, a sapped thing So weary to crying Dark was growing tall He began to hear the pond frogs all calling

Action／Adventure Andrew Bird

now if you think i`m wasting your time again i`m wasting your time when you pick me up in duty free that`s when i thought i`d be the cross in your t or must see tv but if you think i`m wasting your

Darkmatter Andrew Bird

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

How You Gonna Keep 'Em Down On The Farm Andrew Bird

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

Fitz And The Dizzyspells Andrew Bird

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 Flailing to the whir of

The Happy Birthday Song Andrew Bird

He's in the jailhouse now) He's in the jailhouse now (He's in the jailhouse now) Well, I told him once or twice to quit Drinkin' gin and shootin' dice He's in the jailhouse now Well, when I met Bill's old

Andrew Bellman

On the surface of a meeken mind with words that sounds redeeming Hollow haze above my velvet shrine Be careful what you´re dreaming The world is made of cardboard and rain And a voice inside my head

Fake Palindromes Andrew Bird

You should have died with the monsters what talk Monsters what walk the earth And she's got red lipstick, and a bright pair of shoes And she's got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise She's got an old

Fiery Crash Andrew Bird

starting to break off Just as you were starting to say Someday I'll propose I don't know These childs in magazines Blue doves in the sea on and devote every monitor screen You were caught in the cross fire

A Winter Wassail Faith And The Muse

Wassail Wassail; All merit good cheer We wish thee dear faithful a wondrous New Year Our fine bowl is made of the white maple tree With the Wassailing bowl we honor thee So here by the fire good spirits

Fatal Flower Garden Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

took him by his lilly-white hand And she led him through the hall She took him to an upper room Where no one could hear him call No, not a soul Bury the Bible at my feet The testament at my head If my dear

Souverian Andrew Bird

The bells will ring Church steeple's catching fire And if you promise spring Then I know you are a liar Cause in the spring Tender grasses won't burn easily The thrushes sing Still my lover won't

Nuthinduan Waltz Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

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

Minor Stab Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

Some people was an angry thin skinned man Couldn't get along with his one man band Quarter stick rocket and nails in his pocket And a crying shame, some people is his name Oh, poor old Pierrot some people

Skin Is, My Andrew Bird

In the motherfuckin' place The Illustrator KM.G Yo 187, you gotta let 'em know what's goin' on See, I'm like a psycho, I meditate with a beat I add a rhyme, to make it sound complete I go into a state of

50 Pieces Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

brickyard, gone from the mine All these unfamiliar places used to find your measured paces Now it's all arriving, now it's all just fine I thought perhaps we could sit down for tea Nein, was the cold reply of

The Confession Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

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

Way Out West Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

and gone Lost his way going to town And I don't know who he is, what he's done But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue Yeah, and it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue Now if I was in an old

Sic Of Elephants Andrew Bird

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?

The Trees Were Mistaken Andrew Bird

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

Sweetbreads Andrew Bird

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

A Nervous Tic Motion Of The Head To The Left Andrew Bird

esteemed panel why are we alive and here's how they replied you're what happens when two substances collide and by all accounts you really should've diedstretched out on the tarmac six miles south of

Scythian Empires Andrew Bird

짤 cases are useless While Scotch Guard Macintoshes shall be carbonized And now they're offering views of exiting empire Such breathtaking views of Scythian empires Scythian Empire, horsemen of the Russia

Effigy Andrew Bird

If you come to find me affable Build a replica for me Would the idea to you be laughable Of a pale facsimile? So will you come to burn an effigy?

Sovay Andrew Bird

Then you realize that you're riding on the para-success of a heavy-handed metaphor ? And a feeling like you've been here before 'cause you've been here before And you've been here before ?

Anonanimal Andrew Bird

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 See a sea anemone, the enemy see a sea anemone And

Weather Systems Andrew Bird

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

Spare-Ohs Andrew Bird

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

Bein' Green Andrew Bird

It's not easy bein' green Having to spend each day the color of the leaves When you could be something so much nicer Like red or yellow Aquamarine or something more colorful like that It's not easy bein

Armchairs Andrew Bird

I dreamed you were a cosmonaut Of the space between our chairs And I was a cartographer Of the tangles in your hair I sang the song that silence brings It's the one that everybody knows, everybody knows

Don't Be Scared Andrew Bird

whenever paul thinks of rain, swallows fall in a wave and tap on his window with their beaks whenever paul thinks of snow, soft winds blow round his head and his phone rings just once late at

The Naming Of Things Andrew Bird

Met the girl I, I love in a town way down in Dixie Beneath the stars up above She was the sweetest girl I ever did see So I held her in my arms and told her of her many charms I kissed her while the guitars

Cock O' The Walk Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

C'mon baby move over I'm sitting here tonight, C'mon baby move over do the thing that's right I can puff up my feathers, look real mean, be the old man that this here's scene.

Natural Disaster Andrew Bird

Look upon the field of snow and find the desert sea Under the ice the springs will flow to release Fecundates like a natural disaster, disaster From the first drop of water to the rage of Niagara Collapse

Too Long Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

want you no more Too long, you don't belong here anymore So quit your knock, knocking at my door Yeah, you left me sweet mama for no good reason at all And now there's another mule kicking in the same old

Satisfied Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

Yeah I'm little bit old, now I guess, I'm satisfied Little bit old, now I guess, I'm satisfied Please, tell me, I don't know Why I'm splayed out on the floor What it's like, what it's like to be satisfied

Left Handed Kisses Andrew Bird

I don't believe everything happens for a reason To us romantics out here, that amounts to high treason I don't go in for your star-crossed lovers In the heart of a skeptic There's a question that still

Imitosis Andrew Bird

anything but hear the voice That says that we're all basically alone Poor Professor Pension had only good intentions When he put his Bunsen burners all away And turned into a playground a Petri dish Of

Oh No Andrew Bird

In the salsify mains of what was thought but unsaid All the calcified arithmetists were doing the math It would take a calculated blow to the head To light the eyes of all the harmless sociopaths Oh

Tenuousness Andrew Bird

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 and harbor-sorts who hang around in