Andrew Bird

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

Andrew Bird - A Nervous Tic Motion Of The Head To The Left (Live):

Lyrics:

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

Stretched out on a tarmac
Six miles south of North Platte
He can't stand to look back
Sixteen tons of hazmat
It's what goes undelivered
Undelivered

It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
Of the what, of the head to the left
So exercise yourselves to your bereft
'Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left of the, of the, to the

Splayed out on a bath mat
Six miles north of South Platte
He just wants his life back
What's in that paper nap sack
It's what goes undelivered
Undelivered

It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
A nervous tic motion of the head
Head to the left
It's a nervous tic motion of the, of the, to the
Left

It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the, of the, of the head of the head to the

Over imbibedUnder the mister
Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel
Though the words we speak are banal
Now one of them's a lie
Now one of them's a lie
You're what happens when two substances collide
And by all accounts you really should have died

Andrew Bird

Andrew Bird - Not A Robot, But A Ghost:

Lyrics:

I run the numbers through the floor 

Here's how it goes 

I crack the codes

I crack the codes that end the war 

I crack the codes that end the war
 

The hour  

The hour  

The hour  

The hour
 

I pushed a note under your door  

Here's how it goes

Things come to blows  

But we don't want this anymore  

No, we don't want this anymore  

We don't want this anymore
 

I crack the codes, you end the war
 

I hear the clockwork in your core  

Time strips the gears 

'till you forget what they were for  

I push the numbers through your pores 

I crack the codes

I crack the codes that end the war
 

How's my living, you can call 

Encrypted numbers on bathroom stalls  

There's something burning, 

It casts a pall 

It's melting numbers 

Right off the wall
 

I run the numbers through the floor 

Here's how it goes 

I crack the codes 

I crack the codes, you end the war
 

The hour 

The hour 

The hour

Andrew Bird

 Andrew Bird - Make Hay:

Andrew Bird

Andrew Bird - Imitosis:

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Lyrics:

His keeping busier as bitter storms  
His imaginations 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 Pension had only good intentions  
When he put his Bunsen burners all away  
And turned into a playground a Petri dish  
Of single cells would swing their fists at anything  
That looks like easy prey in this
 
Nature show that rages every day 
It was bound, a part his intuition say  
We were all basically alone
 
And despite what all his studies had shown  
What was mistaken for closeness, was just a case of mitosis  
Weighed deception or mercy while others train for the show  
And tell me doctor can you pull my file 
‘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?  
How can cutes be so mean
 
Our famous doctor tried to gleam  
As he went home at the end of the day 
In this Nature show that rages every day  
It was bound apart his intuition, say
 
We were all basically all alone  
Despite what all his studies had shown  
What was mistaken for closeness, was just a case of mitosis  
She fatal doses, malcontent to osmosis 
Weighed deception or mercy while others are paying for the shot  
Well, tell me doctor can you pull my file, reason why