Альбом Andrew Bird

I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease
I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing
I swear it's the voice of Louise

Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day

And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung had little on all sides but air
In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet, I step on my doggies despair

Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day

I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease

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two young sisters are walking alone
by the pale muddy waters
two young sisters are walking alone
by the pale muddy waters of Onion town

when one of them pushed the younger in
into the cold rain waters
pushed her sister and watched her drown
in the cold muddy froth on the river

and she floated up and she floated down
to pale she was as the water
floated down till she washed down shore
on the pale muddy banks of Onion town

with wolves by night and the sun by day
nothing was left but bones and hair
bones and hair which are both more fair
than the pale muddy banks of the river

Luke, his son was deaf in rain
carried her home, her tiny frame
father father I hear her cry
"how can that be?" he said, "bones don't cry" he said
besides you're deaf

but he thought there must be something to these bones
so he made a fiddle out of her breast bone
made some pegs out of her finger bone
made a bow out of her leg bone
and from her yellow hair he strum
the strings that would have her story sung
and sometime later...

one old woman was walking alone
by the pale muddy waters
she heard the strings of the sweet fiddle cry
"Cruel sister, why have you drowned me?"

upon her rock the deaf boy played
oh the bows of Onion
and into the water the cruel sister ran
but she sank just like any old stone

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I bear no grudge, even though my heart may break.
Eternally lost love! I bear no grudge.
Though you're shining in your diamond splendour,
No ray of light falls on the darkness of your heart.
I've noted well for a long time. I bear no grudge.

Ich grolle nicht, und wenn das Herz auch bricht.
Ewig verlornes Lieb! Ich grolle nicht.
Though you're shining in your diamond splendour,
No ray of light falls on the darkness of your heart.
I've noted well for a long time. I bear no grudge.

I saw you in a dream,
I saw the darkness in your heart,
I saw the snake that feeds upon your heart,
I saw, my love, how utterly wretched you are.
I bear no grudge, I bear no grudge.
I'm over you, so come on come on ... come on back to me, ok?
Alright.

sometimes when I am well fed and my mind...
doesn't have my best interests in mind (x2)
it's the times like these
that my feet, they speak and sing, cause they do so better than can my head

cause when I play any regular subtle tune
like a Shotish or a Waltz or a Jig or a Reel
or a Certims or a Hornpipe or a Polka
my fever will have nothing to do with the proper time
no my fever will have no to do with the proper time

times when I am well fed and my mind...
doesn't have my best interests in mind (x2)
it's the times like these
that my feet, they speak and sing, cause they do so better than can my head

let them speak their heady opinions though and you'll hear...
oil and butter (x2)
lots of oil, lots of butter
oil and butter

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