Andrew Wegman Bird is an American indie rock singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist who has released 16 studio albums to date. Recognisable by his unique flute-like whistling, he also plays the violin, the guitar and the glockenspiel with effortless ease while singing the most wholesome songs.
Tenuousness
Song Lyrics
Tenuous at best was all he had to say
When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is
From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans
Greek Cypriots and and harbor-sorts who hang around in ports a lot
Here’s where things start getting weird
While chinless men will scratch their beards
And to their minds a sharpened axe
Is brushed upon the Uralic syntax’s
Love of hate acts as an axis
Love of hate acts as an axis
First it wanes and then it waxes
So procreate and pay your taxes
Tenuousness
Less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus eleven thank the heavens for their elasticity
And as for those who live and die for astronomy
Know when to stand or when to sit
Can’t stand to stand can’t stand to sit
Now who would want to know this
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Who wants to look upon this
Who wants to look upon this
Pray tell
Who wants to look upon this
Who wants to look upon this
Pray tell
Pray tell
Tenuousness
Less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus eleven comes just shy of infinity
And as for those who live and die from numerology
Manifest
Song Lyrics
I’m coming to the edge of the widest canyon
My companion’s dear
I’m starting to question my manifest destiny
My claim to this frontier
I’m coming to the brink of a great disaster
End just has to be near
The earth spins faster, whistles right past you
Whispers death in your ear
Don’t pretend you can’t hear
Don’t pretend you can’t
I can hear your tendrils still digging
For everything that’s walked this earth once living
Then to be exhumed and burned to vapor
Can you save her?
Now she’s in the air
Radical and free
Neither here nor there
She’s obliged to no one
She’s obliged to no one
Yeah, yeah
I’m coming to the edge of a rising ocean
Such commotion and fear
Keeping all our eyes on what’s on the horizon
And all that we hold dear
I’m coming to the brink of a great disaster
End just has to be near
The Earth spins faster, whistles right past you
Whispers death in your ear
Don’t pretend you can’t hear
Don’t pretend you can’t
I can hear your tendrils still digging
For everything that’s walked this earth once living
Then to be exhumed and burned to vapor
Can you save her?
She’s in the air
Radical and free
Not a goddamn care
She’s obliged to no one
She’s obliged to no one
Oh, no
Don’t pretend you can’t hear
Don’t pretend you can’t hear
Sisyphus
Song Lyrics
Sisyphus peered into the mist
A stone’s throw from the precipice, paused
Did he jump or did he fall as he gazed into the maw of the morning mist?
Did he raise both fists and say, “To hell with this, ” and just let the rock roll?
Let it roll, let it crash down low
There’s a house down there but I lost it long ago
Let it roll, let it crash down low
See my house down there but I lost it long ago
Well, I let the rock roll on down to the town below
We had a house down there but I lost it long ago
Lost it long ago
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
I’m letting it roll away
It’s got nothing to do with fate
And everything to do with you
I’d rather fail like a mortal than flail like a god on a lightning rod
History forgets the moderates
For those who sit
Recalcitrant and taciturn
You know I’d rather turn and burn than scale this edifice, yeah
Where’s my accomplice?
So take my hand, we’ll do more than stand
Take my hand, we’ll claim this land
Take my hand, and we’ll let the rock roll
Let it roll, let it crash down low
There’s a house down there but I lost it long ago
Let it roll, let it crash down low
See my house down there but I lost it long ago
Lost it long ago
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
I’m letting it roll away
It’s got nothing to do with fate
And everything to do with
Sisyphus peered into the mist
A stone’s throw from the precipice, paused
We hope that you liked watching the master at work.
The complete musician.
King of all musical trades.
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