| Andrew Bird – Imitosis Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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He's keepin' busy yeah he's bleedin' 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 turned (toward?) 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 everyday It was then he heard his intuition say: We were all basically alone, and despite what all his studies have shown That what's mistaken for closeness is just a case of mitosis Why? Do some show no mercy while others are painfully shy? Tell me doctor, can you quantify? 'Cause 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? And 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 everyday It was then he heard his intuition say: We were all basically alone Despite what all his studies had shown What was mistaken for closeness was just a case of mitosis Sure fatal doses malcontent through osmosis And why? Do some show no mercy while others are painfully shy? Well tell me doctor, can you quantify The reason why? |
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| Andrew Bird – Imitosis Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| It is an extended version of "I". The full version is "Capital I", which he couldn't use because of legal problems with Sesame Street (the song contained a few lyrics from an old song). I guess the night before I went to see him, he rewrote it. I think Capital I is still superior to both Imitosis and I. :( | |
| Andrew Bird – Spare-Ohs Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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It think there are several things wrong with this version. Here's what I heard, and you can consolidate as you see fit. I'm sure I've made more than a few mistakes: 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 crispus 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 kinda bird I swear, I just stood there Not saying a word |
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| Mindless Self Indulgence – Pussy All Night Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| If this was done by ear, than I think the french should be: comment allez-vous? which means how are you? I don't know about the next part, it could be 'ca va' which means basically "all right" or 'c'est va' which I guess means the same thing. I dunno if Jimmy speaks french though. ^.^ | |
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