Biography:
Andrew Bird (born July 11, 1973) is an American musician. He was born in Lake Bluff, Illinois and resides in the Chicago area. Bird is a singer, a violinist and, since 2004, a guitarist. He is also an accomplished whistler.
His early work, which echoed gypsy jazz and traditional folk, has led into his current sound, which mixes rock with more broad compositions. His years of solo song-craft have now enabled him to produce a sound that is uniquely his own.
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Other songs:
- Action/adventure
- Anonanimal
- Are You Serious
- Capsized
- Cataracts
- Dyin' Bedmaker
- Fatal Shore
- Gotholympians
- Lull
- Manifest
- Masters Warm
- Measuring Cups
- Meet Me Here At Dawn
- Oh No
- Orpheo Looks Back
- Pulaski
- Pulaski At Night
- Something Biblical
- Spare Ohs
- Tea And Thorazine
- Three White Horses
- Why?
- Heretics
- 1111
- A Nervous Tic Motion Of The Head To The Left
- Action Adventure
- Armchairs
- Banking On A Myth
- Bloodless
- Candy Shop
- Case In Point
- Cathedral In The Dell
- Chemical Switches
- Dark Matter
- Darkmatter
- Dear Old Greenland
- Desperation Breeds
- Dont Be Scared
- Dora Goes To Town
- Drunk By Noon
- Effigy
- Fake Palindromes
- Far From Any Road
- Fatal Flower Garden
- Fiery Crash
- Fitz And The Dizzyspells
- Frogs Singing
- Giant Of Illinois
- Give It Away
- Glass Figurine
- Headsoak
- How You Gonna Keep Em Down On The Farm
- If I Needed You
- Imitosis
- Lazy Projector
- Left Handed Kisses
- Lusitania
- Masterfade
- Masterswarm
- Mx Missiles
- Mx Missles
- My Sisters Tiny Hands
- Near Death Experience Experience
- Nomenclature
- Not A Robot But A Ghost
- Nuthinduan Waltz
- Oh Sister
- Opposite Day
- Orpheo
- Plasticities
- Puma
- Railroad Bill
- Richmond Woman
- Roma Fade
- Scythian Empire
- Scythian Empires
- Section 8 City
- Sisyphus
- So Much Wine
- Soldier On
- Some Of These Days
- Souverian
- Spare
- Spirograph
- Sweetbreads
- Tables And Chairs
- Take Courage
- Tenuousness
- The Naming Of Things
- The New Saint Jude
- The Privateers
- The Sad Milkman
- Tin Foil
- Tin Foiled
- Too Long
- Truth Lies Low
- Twistable Turnable Man
- Two Way Action
- Valleys Of The Young
- Wait
- When That Helicopter Comes
- Why
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Am
I'm a breather, mail receiver
Em
And I don't know where I stand
Dm
Not since someone informed me
Em
That my house was built on sand
Em
And it's not the earth beneath me
D Em
It's just the concept of the land
Am
And I'm standing on the corner
Em
When the buildings they all fell
Dm
If you blink once you're a goner
Em
Everything just goes pell-mell
D
It's a real hard sell
Em
My conceptual hell
Bm
Not even good for kindling, no
Em
When the buildings they all fell
D G D G
I'm a breather, mail receiver
Em C Em
Bottom feeder just getting by
C G
And you know it's all just par for the course
C G
But you blame it on some non-existent force
Em C
Oh yeah, of course
G C
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
But still I try
Am
In a cartoon desert landscape
Em
With a pair of ACME jetskates
Am
Focused on my destination
Em
I seem to have forgot my station
Am
Now it's time to face the nation
C G D Em
Am
And I'm riding to meet you
Em
On a brown gray speckled mare
D
But there's something that unnerves me
Em
Like I'm riding on thin air
D
These futile doubts desert me
Em
Thinking no one really cares
Am
And I'm jumping over fences
Em
On this obstacle course
D
But it seems I'm getting nowhere
Em
On the concept of the horse
D
It's a real hard sell
Em
My conceptual hell
Bm
Not even good for kindling
Em
When the buildings they all fell
D G D G
I'm a breather, bottom feeder
Em C Em
How many liters must I imbibe
C G
And you know it's all just par for the course
C G
But you blame it on some non-existent force
Em C
Oh yeah, of course
G C
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
But still I try
I'm a breather, mail receiver
Em
And I don't know where I stand
Dm
Not since someone informed me
Em
That my house was built on sand
Em
And it's not the earth beneath me
D Em
It's just the concept of the land
Am
And I'm standing on the corner
Em
When the buildings they all fell
Dm
If you blink once you're a goner
Em
Everything just goes pell-mell
D
It's a real hard sell
Em
My conceptual hell
Bm
Not even good for kindling, no
Em
When the buildings they all fell
D G D G
I'm a breather, mail receiver
Em C Em
Bottom feeder just getting by
C G
And you know it's all just par for the course
C G
But you blame it on some non-existent force
Em C
Oh yeah, of course
G C
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
But still I try
Am
In a cartoon desert landscape
Em
With a pair of ACME jetskates
Am
Focused on my destination
Em
I seem to have forgot my station
Am
Now it's time to face the nation
C G D Em
Am
And I'm riding to meet you
Em
On a brown gray speckled mare
D
But there's something that unnerves me
Em
Like I'm riding on thin air
D
These futile doubts desert me
Em
Thinking no one really cares
Am
And I'm jumping over fences
Em
On this obstacle course
D
But it seems I'm getting nowhere
Em
On the concept of the horse
D
It's a real hard sell
Em
My conceptual hell
Bm
Not even good for kindling
Em
When the buildings they all fell
D G D G
I'm a breather, bottom feeder
Em C Em
How many liters must I imbibe
C G
And you know it's all just par for the course
C G
But you blame it on some non-existent force
Em C
Oh yeah, of course
G C
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
But still I try
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