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Mama
04:54
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Your Mama's cryin'.
Your Mama's dyin'.
Oh, Boy, what the Hell did you do now?
She's been dyin' since the day you were born
and she's tired of tryin'
to save your filthy soul.
Oh, Boy, what the hell did you do now?
Hot damn, you're a man, boy.
Act like a man, boy.
When you treat her like a whore...
oh, you know, you're just like your Father.
Please, stop hurting hurting your Mama.
Why you hurtin' on your poor Mama...
after all...she's done for you?
She's up above you now.
She's soaring and smilin'
looking down...on you with love.
And she's put in a good word...
with a shaking-headed Lord...
but he don't want you...he don't want you up here.
Don't want you near her...don't want to hear her...
cryin' for her boy...anymore...
so, whatcha gonna do now, boy?
There's a host of better men now
watching out for her
and they don't want to hear you cryin'
for your Mama...anymore.
And they don't want to hear you cryin'...
for your Mama...
anymore.
Circling Birds ©2016
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Neither a lender nor a borrower be
unless you're living it up in the big city.
In that case, have all the free lunches you want on me
just remember to tip the full twenty.
Oh, your screensaver stare...
it stake-spears you to your office chair.
Oh, your screensaver stare...
its stares right back at you...
its staring right back at you.
Depth charge all your credit cards
as the boardroom full-on broadsides your auto-deposited armadas.
Pull the lever once for down and down for up.
Doesn't really matter since you've given up.
Oh, your screensaver stare...
it sure stake-speared you to your office chair.
Oh, your screensaver stare...
don't look too long...
don't look too long.
don't look too long.
don't look too long.
don't look too long.
Circling Birds ©2016
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Oh, I'm a part of the crop dust.
I'm making motes in their eyes. Making motes in their eyes.
They have...They've got their fists clenched around...
around the glint in my eye...around the glint in my eye.
Oh, I...I will never die
as long as I refuse to dig out the apple of my eye.
Oh, I...I'm wormin'...
wormin' my way on out
but I'll need at least a cartridge a day
just to keep all the assassins away.
Give me dirty sanctuary.
Give me dirty sanctuary
so I don't have to build the high wall...the high wall.
Give me dirty sanctuary
before I fall, before I fall, before I fall.
Oh, I know, the copper gutter's saggin' low.
Its our upper-story oxbow.
I've sealed it off from the thirsty hard-scrabble below.
Oh, you know, I've never seen a moon so bright mean so little at all.
If you gave me a rocket ship tomorrow I'd part it all out for a high, a high wall.
You know I've never felt the breeze so warmly bend the grasses so low.
I can see the horizon plainly.
The curve is where I need to go.
Oh, you know that I would disappear
from all my previous sight-lines
but that hazy, hemispherical light
won't let me give up on the fight
but I want to...Lord, I want to.
Give me dirty sanctuary
so I don't have to build the high wall...the high wall.
Give me dirty sanctuary...before I fall, before I fall, before I fall.
Give me dirty sanctuary
so I don't have to build the high wall. The high wall.
Give me dirty sanctuary
before I fall.
Circling Birds ©2016
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4. |
Cold Empty
05:26
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Father...
your emptiness
It filled me up with nothingness.
Oh, and Mother...
Please, hold me...
Please hear me when I cry.
Yesterday, baby...
you saw me through.
You've really got it going on
and you know you do.
But today...
you're in my way
cause my parents won't let me out to play.
There is a time to be cruel to your children
but now is not that time...now is not that time.
I know you weren't prepared
but who ever really is?
Your Cold Empty left plenty
of room for me to fill
on my own...
but only...when I'm ready.
Father...
your nothingness
was nothing more than mere nothingness.
Oh, and Mother...
You never held me when I cried.
Why'd you have to be so cold
and leave it all bottled up inside?
AlL I ever needed
was for someone to tell me that how I felt was alright
but you didn't see it that way.
All I ever wanted
was to warmly grow...warmly grow
but your Cold Empty left plenty of room for me to fill
on my own...I think I'm ready now.
Circling Birds ©2016
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5. |
Prove It
05:11
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When you get down to it.
You can not prove it.
Its something that the eyes just can't see.
We try to paint it
only to taint it.
Why can't we all just...let it be?
Sooner or later,
that high-horse faker
will meet his Fall...oh, he'll meet his Fall.
There's no room for error
And mistakes aren't fair or...
or worth the cost.
When you get down to it.
You can not prove it.
Why can't we all just...let it be?
Circling Birds ©2016
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6. |
Mismatched
05:46
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Everybody's...so special.
Everyone...is so important.
We've all got our stories to tell.
So, why we trumpin on one another?
Mismatched...components
of wrong size...
all wrong-sized...
and so important...
so special.
Everybody wants peace and harmony
but they roll their eyes at a singular glory.
Everybody wants peace and harmony...
but they don't give it...
they won't give in.
Oh, they say, "Peace, peace, peace!"
as they toss you in prison.
"Peace, peace, peace!"
Brother, it don't work that way...
cause everybody is oh, so special.
So important.
Oh, they take, take, take.
Well, taking from others ain't peace, man, its robbery.
They say, "Give, give, give."
meaning your money or your life.
They say, "Love, love, love!"
as they're bending you over
and all they're really saying
is, "Just look at me now."
Cause don't you know, that they're oh, so special.
They're vital, corked and bobbin' ocean bottles.
All of them single screws dropped into mechanical drain.
Each and every one a needle in a haystack
going against the grain.
"I'm so special
when I'm taking from another man!
and I'm at peace with no harmony!
and I'll make you love me
with my Oh...my oh, so special...
Love...
Love...
Love...
and I'll make you love me...
Well, I'll make you love me
with my Oh, so special...
my Oh, so special love.
Circling Birds ©2016
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7. |
Head On A Stick
05:50
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A house without you is not a home.
Every meal without you is just gristle and bone.
Without you, every moment's an unknown...but you know that...
you know that I don't want to be alone...
don't want to be alone anymore...don't want to be alone.
I'm up here all alone.
But I can see my bone.
I can see my crone.
I can see my home.
I see an empty throne.
My laugh without you is just a moan. Its just a moan.
My chair without you ain't no throne.
Without you, my Queen, I'm overthrown...I'm overthrown.
Yeah, My head is on a stick overlooking moat
watching them fishermen...carry their catch...back home.
I want to be your King-Conqueror...
and protect you from the whole Horror-Show.
I want to toss golden coins with slain foreign kings as heads
at your marble feet...I want a home sweet home...
and I want meat...not just your gristle...not your gristle and bone.
So give me your love, my dear, and I promise you
it won't be my head on that wall...
I'll make them all fall in love with you.
I'm up here all alone.
But I can see my bone.
I can see my crone.
I can see my home.
I see an empty throne.
Circling Birds ©2016
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8. |
Broken Branch
04:38
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I've got an army of Devils on my left shoulder
and they're digging into me
Hell, they're fortifying...they're fortifying.
I've got an angel perched on my right shoulder
and she don't know what the hell to make out of me.
Can you blame her, man? I'm a broken branch.
In between them, there's a little slice of heaven
and a dozen acres of Hell's own backyard.
I know you dig it, man but can you plow it?
Someday they'll all drop off of me like so much forbidden fruit
and that'll suit me just fine
as long as that angel revisits me from time to time.
I'm a Broken Branch
Don't you put your weight down upon me.
'Cause I'll snap off.
Yeah, man, I'll snap off.
I sure as hell ain't no place for a tire swing
much less a celestial reckoning.
So, get off my yard.
They're all trying to make a mountain
out of my...my molehill
And all ll I know is that I'm still fighting it.
I'm going down swingin'...I'm goin' down...I'm going down.
'Cause my chicken wire cares more about guarding my garden
than about your so-called right of way.
You ain't got no right of way here, son.
'Cause I sure as hell ain't no place for a tire swing
much less a celestial reckoning.
Get off my yard.
'Cause I'm a Broken Branch
Don't you put your weight down upon me.
'Cause I'll snap off
Yeah, man, I'll snap off.
Circling Birds ©2016
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Highest Bidder
05:08
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Oh, her love is for sale
and she prefers her payment in pills.
She demands notice like some damn demand notice
and she'll abandon the new for the old.
Just like a man the new forgot.
She's on her own again
and its not...its not getting any better.
She's standing in the aisle with her hands up
waiting on the highest bidder.
She'll ask you for a shower first thing every morning
but behind closed doors
she'll just be going through all your drawers.
A cabinet is a treasure chest
for her habit.
She's floor-sleeping nude
with a rocker attitude
always three steps away from coming unglued.
She's as empty as her pill bottles are now
and equally child-proof screwed.
She's waiting on the high bidder
to be her blind babysitter.
She's on her own again
and its not...its not getting any better.
She's standing in the aisle with her hands up
waiting on the highest bidder.
Circling Birds ©2016
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10. |
C.O.D.
04:54
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We sent our boys
C.O.D. overseas to their cities...
and you didn't care how or if they
would be received.
I don't know if...
they'll make it or not.
I just know that it takes twenty or more of your stamps
Just to fit men like that through the slot.
'Cause they won't survive one more second here.
Too many knives want to open them up.
If someone doesn't raise a flag for them,
well, they'll be off back to their sender.
We licked and sealed them all up in paper
and sent them away to the rocky lands
where the people own nothing but scissors
and they're running all around with them.
They're cutting out chains of people in the paper
but none are holding hands.
Once they've got us all buried in the sands,
well, it'll be, "Off with all our heads!"
Will you run around this town
right at their sides?
cause they need a forwarding address.
They need a forwarding address in this mess.
Will you run around this town
right by their sides?
'Cause Lord, they need a forwarding address
in all this mess...all this mess.
Circling Birds ©2016
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11. |
Breathe
07:17
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Breath...deeply
like the rain tricklin' down...your sleeve.
Like the rain...let it in
but pay attention
to how it feeds on your affliction.
Oh, my pretty, little soul, you've gotta breath...gotta breathe.
You've got to breath deeply.
Desperately, outline...
an H2O goal...then you gotta let it go.
That pretty, little breath is gonna find its way back to you...
Oh, my pretty soul.
But first, you gotta let it breath on its own.
Gotta let it breath all its own.
As your exhale, Its gonna breath.
Passing clouds and crowds...its gonna breath deeply
and remember you.
Oh, that part of you is passing through
the smoke stacks and the panic attacks...
now its gonna breath...and remember you...
until the next time you breath...
until the next time you breath.
Oh, Let it in.
Oh, that's you and me, baby, oh, that's you and me, baby.
Oh, that's you and me...that's you and me making History, baby!
Don't you pay yourself no nevermind...where it goes.
Don't chart its highs and lows
'cause someday you ain't gonna breath...anymore.
NO, NO.
And that pretty little breath gonna be rain...
tricklin down...the sleeve
of another pretty, little soul, of another pretty, little soul
of another pretty, little soul...that's deeply breathing.
Circling Birds ©2016
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12. |
Blah, Blah, Blah
04:31
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Circling Birds Indianapolis, Indiana
Circling Birds is the result of three guys who have been playing music together since they were
teenagers.
The "Circling Birds" sound is a chaotic yet familiar one. Wanting to capture the energy of the riff-driven rock of the 70's, they then sprayed all manner of influences onto the music. Country, Jazz, Modern experimental.
In a nutshell, Circling Birds brings the "Nasty" back to music.
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