1. |
These Thoughts
01:22
|
|||
How still the air is
How cold the night?
How clear the sky is with its stars shining so bright
These thoughts I have are keeping me awake
I breathe the air in, feel my heart pound
and try not to think about letting myself down
These thoughts I have are keeping me awake
I wanted loneliness, some place to hide
but I didn't know how bitter I'd grown inside
How do I know when my time is up?
|
||||
2. |
Mister Winter
03:45
|
|||
Mister Winter do you make a lot of friends?
cause I know plenty that can’t take your bitter wind
you’ve got a bitter wind
Mister Winter have you ever been in love?
cause you stay so high in your clouds up above
up above
But don’t go
cause she says she’s coming back when it snows
and I’m counting on you to bring her home
You’ve got to be honest, are you jealous of the spring?
All of hope and love and life that it can bring,
that it can bring
What about the summer and the sun and all its grace?
All of the hope and life it brings upon my face,
Upon my face
But don’t go
cause she says she’s coming back when it snows
and I’m counting on you to bring her home
|
||||
3. |
Floating Feather
04:21
|
|||
I’ve been making time with a floating feather
I walk home alone with you in the manner I’m accustomed to
All the words you bring they make me fall to pieces
The city drains our white-washed walls until the final bottle falls
I’ve been learning things I’ve always known by heart
Alone in my sleep, they say the devil runs that deep
And so I learn to take a leap of faith
I’ve been wasting time on our conversations
It doesn’t matter where you’ve been as long as you come back again
The days are long, the nights are raw and grueling
It could take forever now to find the life you read about
It’s back to talk of things we’ve never known at all
It’s just like you heard, you take the fox and the bird
And try to make them friendly for a day
I’m always wasting time with this floating feather
I walk home alone with you in the manner I’ve grown accustomed to
All the words you bring they make me fall to pieces
The city workers can’t fill in this hole that you and I’ve been digging
We’re always wanting things we’ll never have, not at all
It’s just like you’ve heard, you take the fox and the bird
And try to make them friendly for a day
So run if you must chasing after some lust
And wait to turn back to dust
|
||||
4. |
Women in the Kitchen
03:34
|
|||
There’s women in the kitchen, slaving on account of the fall
I watch them washing dishes and taking all my telephone calls
Sir I’m sorry but he’s busy, he’ll call you when he’s ready to talk
The gents are in the parlor, the tramps are up against the wall
They’re harboring the fugitives and soaking them in alcohol
And striking up a match you start to think you didn’t want it at all
But it gives me a reason to be, it gives me a reason to try
It gives me a reason and I don’t really want to know why
Now there’s ice in the desert and there's sand in the polar bear’s way
We used to see rainbows but nowadays it’s nothing but rain
And when I went to see the sun, I was confronted and I hurried away
But it gave me a reason to be, it gave me a reason to try
It gave me a reason and I don’t really want to know why
And I say everything will be okay
But nothing’s going to be
|
||||
5. |
Ghost
03:25
|
|||
I'm nothing but a ghost with skin and teeth and bones
floating through walls and hearts with ease
I'm nothing but a ghost with lips and eyes and hands
never knowing where I stand
and I needed this
just break my heart
something like this to fall apart
such a pretty girl so I don't mind
to pick the pieces up and make you mine
I'm nothing but a ghost with heart and soul
clinging to the emptiness of it all
I'm nothing but a ghost with a resolute mind to hold
onto anything solid that I can
back to the start now breathe in breathe out
wrap your mind inside itself
make believe that you're here right now
just to prove that you exist
Is this really as hard as I make it
back and forth what matters most
something tells me that I'm not much different
than every other ghost
You've become just a ghost inside my head
|
||||
6. |
Oldest Old
03:35
|
|||
Sad to say, I see a lot of anger here
it makes compassion disappear
and helps me stay so far away
But hopefully we’re not the type of men as we
have seen in generations past,
the kind that live and die so fast
An ancient struggle has become the loneliest heartache
An ancient cycle is now our first and last mistake
For the oldest old of the newest born
couldn’t ever know how the earth was formed
from the saddest deaths bloody aftermath,
to the poorest peasant birth
to the men that fought and died to conquer earth
Fossilized, we strain to open up our eyes
and see the way things used to be
we dig too far in history
And there exposed, our heartless, faithless cousins go
to wash and wash repeatedly
but in their eyes ourselves we see
... and the way we laughed when the world collapsed
and we’re left with childbirth
and the song we sang, penned in father’s name
but we swore we wrote it first
to the men who fought and died to conquer earth
|
||||
7. |
Rome
04:01
|
|||
Somewhere in the eastern hills,
With changing leaves and ripened harvest fields,
A fading women lived alone.
She was skin and bones.
Before they dug her grave,
When her manuscripts had been bound and saved,
Her final words were spoken slow:
"I’ll never leave my home.
This is my home because I call it home,
And it'll burn like Rome before I go."
How to justify my eyes?
Cold and simple, drifting as the crow flies
"Let me go to where I will,
And let the earth stand still."
But who am I to fly?
Have I no task to keep me by her side?
When all I see is all I know,
I want to know my own.
This is my home because I call it home,
And it'll burn like Rome before I go.
Don’t act as if it’s all or none.
I won’t find my place just by crossing oceans
And I won’t be guiltless if I run,
'Cause this is my home.
|
||||
8. |
Old Mother
03:25
|
|||
Our old mother speaks from the badlands,
parched and dry from the worst words of man
Our old mother speaks
Our old mother speaks through a thunderous roll
of a city on a hill in a story I was told,
Where a garden had grown
but now where the hell did it go?
By lock and key confined,
now we have gone and lost our minds
Our old mother speaks
She’s wailing and screaming
"don’t you leave me here all alone"
No longer believing they will wrench this love
from our fingers dead and cold
Our old mother walks through the culdesacs
She’s calling our names but were not going back
Our cages are built far from where our fathers had knelt
and we will great the sun, long after our sweet mother has gone
Our old mother speaks
Our father of the sand,
they’re fragments that were left of that man
All men must live and die
but death is now just sand in my eyes
|
||||
9. |
Traveling Bones
03:56
|
|||
Living in and out of all these suitcase towns for way too long,
I’m just trying to figure out where I belong
I wrote you a letter, I drew you a picture of the ocean and the land,
I’m in love with the view but I’m more in love with you
Never mind my traveling bones
Never mind my restless soul
I’m coming home for the view
Consequently could you take this wayward boy from long ago?
I swear to you I’ve got nowhere left to go
Mornings will be kind as secretly we live somewhere beyond the city line,
I’m in love with the view but I’m more in love with you
Will this city girl take this wayward boy from long ago?
When the morning comes I’ll be standing outside your door
With my patience thin I’m praying to God that you will let me in
|
||||
10. |
Butcher and the Baker
03:48
|
|||
I believe you but you speak unclear,
a foreign tongue or a pitiful tear
But now at last it is obvious
where we go when we’re grown
God I wish I was living alone
God is turning me to stone
So sad but that’s the way it goes
It’s like a wrecking ball upon your heart
Where the world just spins and falls apart
There’s a stranger in my kitchen,
he is begging and pleading "use your own two feet
or else the butcher and the baker and the candlestick maker will make a fool of you and me"
I believe you but your hands they shake
What does this bloody knife indicate?
I will tell them you were here with me
whenever you disappear
But it would feel like I’m living a lie
God is turning me around
So glad that all of you found out
Where I’ve been spending all my time
This little hole where I abide
There’s a camera that is filming all the way from the beginning as you enter stage left
But as you review the footage it is obviously missing
Where the shots connect
Your ringing throat, your bloodshot eyes
Your cradled hands, the look of surprise
The stranger steps, you let him die
But we won’t know, cause you can’t live a lie
|
||||
11. |
Hey Sister
06:09
|
|||
They say that we built this country
They say that we built this town
But now that we've built our homes here
They say that they’ll tear them down
Darling I’ll take my beating
And then I’ll take my rest
You know that I’ll take most anything
Because I take it best
Hey sister, where’d you come from?
Hey sister, where’d you go?
Hey sister, where’d you come from?
And where are you going when you go?
With a name like coyote
With enemies like these
With a peace like a faucet
I keep shaking in my knees
While I don’t want to lose you
I just don’t care if I win
That’s why I sit around and wait
That’s why I sit around and grin
When we were all out of whiskey
When we were all out of time
She put her toes in the desert
I put my toes on the line
She would not see responses
To all the letters she wrote
Because I was building a fire
And I was building a home
|
Fox and the Bird Dallas, Texas
Fox and the Bird is a folk-pop band hailing from Dallas, TX with gang vocals and layered harmonies. The band is a choral collective that's seen a rotating cast of 15 songwriters & members since they hit the scene in 2008. They continue to produce and self-release its albums, touring from time to time and always committed to music that is made on back porches, in living rooms and on the streets. ... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Fox and the Bird, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp