Andrew Bird

he's keeping busy yeah he's bleeding stones with his machinations and his palindromes 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

Half empty, half full Cup runneth over Horns of plenty, coffers full We're starting over Half empty, half full Cup runneth over Horns of plenty, coffers full We're starting over I write you a story But it loses its thread And all of my witnesses Keep

When I wake up/ in the morning/ I pour the coffee/ read the paper/ then I slowly/ and so softly/ do the dishes/ feed the fishes/ sing me Happy Birthday/ sing it like it's going to be your last day/ like it's halleujah/ don't just let it pass on throu

Andrew Bird - Tenuousness LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang @ @ 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

i was getting ready to be a threat i was getting set for my accidental suicide the kind where no one dies, no one looks too surprised and then you, then you realize that you're riding on the para-success of a heavy-handed metaphor and a feeling like

Overprescribed Under the mister We had survived to Turn on the History Channel And ask our 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 have died St

Andrew Bird - Oh No LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang @ @ in the salsify mains of what was thought but unsaid all the calcified arhythmitists were doing the math it would take a calculated blow to the head to light the eyes of all the harmless socio