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
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Capo: 3
[Intro]
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[Verse]
C F
If you come to find me affable
C G
Build a replica for me
C F
Would the idea to you be laughable
C G
Of a pale facsimile
C F
So when you come to burn an effigy
C G
It should keep the flies away
C F
And when you learn to burn this effigy
C G Am D Dm G G#(note)
It should be for the hours that slip away, slip away
[Chorus]
F C G
It could be you, it could be me
Dm F
Working the door, drinking for free
Am E
Carrying on with your conspiracies
F F
Filling the room with a sense of unease
G C A
Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone
F G C A
Like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone
Dm G
When one has spent too much time alone
[Interlude]
C F G C F C G
[Verse]
C F
So when you come to burn an effigy
C G
It should keep the flies away
C F
If you long to burn an effigy
C G Am D Dm G G#(note)
It should be of a man whose has lost his way, slips away
[Chorus]
F C G
It could be you, it could be me
Dm F
Working the door, drinking for free
Am E
Carrying on with your conspiracies
F F
Filling the room with a sense of unease
G C A
Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone
F G C A
Like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time all alone
Dm G
When one has spent too much time alone
[Outro]
F Am G F
F Am G#(note) F
F Am G F
F Am G#(note) F
F G C
E G E F G B C (all notes)
[Intro]
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B|--------------------------------------------|
G|---2--222-0---------------------------------|
D|------------3-2---222-0---------------------|
A|-------------------------3-2---222--3--20---|
E|--------------------------------------------|
e|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------1^0-----------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--2--222---------------------------------------------------------------------|
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[Verse]
C F
If you come to find me affable
C G
Build a replica for me
C F
Would the idea to you be laughable
C G
Of a pale facsimile
C F
So when you come to burn an effigy
C G
It should keep the flies away
C F
And when you learn to burn this effigy
C G Am D Dm G G#(note)
It should be for the hours that slip away, slip away
[Chorus]
F C G
It could be you, it could be me
Dm F
Working the door, drinking for free
Am E
Carrying on with your conspiracies
F F
Filling the room with a sense of unease
G C A
Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone
F G C A
Like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone
Dm G
When one has spent too much time alone
[Interlude]
C F G C F C G
[Verse]
C F
So when you come to burn an effigy
C G
It should keep the flies away
C F
If you long to burn an effigy
C G Am D Dm G G#(note)
It should be of a man whose has lost his way, slips away
[Chorus]
F C G
It could be you, it could be me
Dm F
Working the door, drinking for free
Am E
Carrying on with your conspiracies
F F
Filling the room with a sense of unease
G C A
Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone
F G C A
Like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time all alone
Dm G
When one has spent too much time alone
[Outro]
F Am G F
F Am G#(note) F
F Am G F
F Am G#(note) F
F G C
E G E F G B C (all notes)
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