fuck you andrew bird

Not really.

OK, so I'm still listening to Andrew Bird & The Mysterious Production Of Eggs... there are some damn amazing songs on this record. I tend to forget until everytime I pull it out. Then I listen to it incessantly for about a week. Then I forget about it until the next time Andrew decides to fuck me over.

I'm sorry. It's not Andrew's fault. But by god if I miss him the next time he's in the Denver area.... well, heads are gonna roll, that's what. Here are some more brilliant lyrics for you to ponder, then I think I'm done ranting for the evening...

Masterfade

well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun
with that heavy-metal gaze they'll have to measure in tons
and when you look up at the sky all you see are zeros
and all you see are zeros and ones

you took my hand and led me down to watch a kewpie doll parade
and we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade
it's not that I just didn't care I must admit I was afraid
and I'm awfully glad my finger's resting gently on the masterfade

the masterfade
I coulda played along
the masterfade
I coulda played mah jongg
but it just takes too long
and I just can't remember
which way the east wind blows
does it matter?
if we're all matter
what's it matter
does it matter if we're matter when we're done?
when the sky's full of zeros and ones

I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain
I thought at last I'd found a situation you can't explain
with GPS you know it's all just a matter of degrees
your happiness won't find you underneath that canopy of trees

and if the green grass is 6 and the soybeans are 7
the junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11
and if the 1's just hold the place, 0's make a smiley face
when they come floating down from the heavens

you took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade
and we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade
you squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid
'cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade

the masterfade
I coulda played along
the masterfade
I coulda played mah jongg
but it just takes too long
and who the hell can remember
which way the east wind blows
when you're lying on the ground
staring up at that inverted compass
I mean christ, who knows?