lyrics
I don't know where these words came from
but I heard them beat out as loud as a drum
one night as I was walking home against the wind in Brooklyn.
There's plenty of land left
go to the country,
I will build a fire
if you pick up a hammer.
Isn't this a bit misty eyed?
said my mind, said my mind.
Isn't this a bit hazy, this desire to fly to some nebulous elsewhither?
said my mind.
Isn't this a bit lazy, this terra ex machina?
Isn't it a bit quick fix-ey, isn't it a bit sixties?
But like wave after wave crashes on the the sand
My phrase kept repeating again and again:
There's plenty of land left, go to the country,
I will build a fire if you pick up a hammer.
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from
Bird Sounds,
released July 6, 2013
E-bow and sounds, Mike Mackey
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