Sunday, January 31, 2010

A Nervous Tic Motion of The Head To The Left; Andrew Bird

Maybe this one is the most Andrew’s famous songs of all. As incredible as it may seem, I found nothing that led me to discover its origin. For now, I leave this part blank. If it is one of the best known, it was only to be expected that I’ve begun to posting his songs with it, right? Right. But I didn’t because the whistlings that permeate it didn’t seem really whistlings — well, the videos on YouTube made that very clear to me.

‘Cause I have nothing to tell you about this song, I’ll say that Andrew still has many other songs with whistling, but I’ll change a little bit the way of this blog. After all, it isn’t only a catalog, it’s also a music blog and walk in accordance with my musical wanders...

So, get ready, it’s your last picture, Andy!


Oh! The head...
Over prescribed
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’ve died

Stretched out on the tarmac
Six miles South of North Platte
He can’t stand to look back
At sixteen tons of hazmat
And it’s what goes
Undelivered, undelivered

And it’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
It’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
So exorcise your cells till you’re bereft
‘Cause it’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

Splayed out on a bathmat
Six miles North of South Platte
And he just wants his life back
What’s in that paper knapsack
It’s what goes
Undelivered, undelivered

And it’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
It’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

Over imbibed
Under the mister
Barely alive
We cover the blisters in flannel
Though the words we speak are banal
Not one of them’s a lie
Not one of them’s a lie
You’re what happens when two substances collide
And by all accounts you really should’ve died




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