Biography:
A San Francisco Bay Area native, Michael McNevin started his career in 1994 with a six-month stint in New York City, cutting his troubadour teeth in the subways and streets of Greenwich Village.
Now a veteran of the folk scene, Michael has logged 15 years of concerts across the U.S., and he's been a main stager at some of the bigger music festivals around, including the Strawberry, Kerrville, and Philadelphia folk festivals. He's been billed in clubs and halls with the likes of Johnny Cash
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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!
[VERSE]
G C7
Every spring it happens, like so many good things do
G D Dsus
My big brother climbs the birch trees collecting moth cocoons
G C7
He puts them in a shoebox and he waits for them to hatch
G D
Giant Polyphemus moths, 21 or 2 in a batch
G C7
And when they hatch it’s showtime, the family watches with delight
G D Dsus
As he puts them on the kitchen curtains so they can hang their wet wings against the light
G C7
And slowly they uncrumple, and hours may go by
G D Dsus
But you know patience is a virtue when you see them start to fly
[CHORUS]
C G D C
And every spring it happens like so many good things do
G D G
My big brother climbs the birch trees collecting moth cocoons.
[VERSE]
G C7
Now they’re twice the size of swallowtails, morning cloaks and monarchs are no match
G D Dsus
Wings tan and brown, thick as velvet, with painted decoy eyes of blue and black
G C7
And when their furry wings get dry enough they fly from room to room
G D Dsus
Their legs are like tarantulas and they sometimes land on you
C G D C
But they have no bites or stingers, they are born without a mouth
G D Dsus
They have one day to live and die, so it’s time for John to let them out
[CHORUS]
C G D C
And every spring it happens like so many good things do
G D G
My big brother climbs the birch trees collecting moth cocoons.
[Bridge]
D C G D
He has a microscope and a clarinet and he’s happy on his limb
C D
He loves me as I am and I want to be like him
D C G D
He’s good at drawing dinosaurs, prehistoric murals fill his room
C G D
He lets me in when I am bored, when I need a cocoon
[VERSE]
G C7
And one by one the leave us for the branches of our yard
G D Dsus
And I’m sure no one would believe us if we told them it was hard
G C7
To see them fly beyond our fences, the wind lifts their bodies’ weight
G D Dsus
To find the nearest birch trees, to find their mates and lay their eggs
[CHORUS]
C G D C
So that every spring it happens like so many good things do
G D G
My big brother climbs the birch trees collecting moth cocoons
C G D
Yes my brother John emerges to climb the birches
G
for moth cocoons.
G C7
Every spring it happens, like so many good things do
G D Dsus
My big brother climbs the birch trees collecting moth cocoons
G C7
He puts them in a shoebox and he waits for them to hatch
G D
Giant Polyphemus moths, 21 or 2 in a batch
G C7
And when they hatch it’s showtime, the family watches with delight
G D Dsus
As he puts them on the kitchen curtains so they can hang their wet wings against the light
G C7
And slowly they uncrumple, and hours may go by
G D Dsus
But you know patience is a virtue when you see them start to fly
[CHORUS]
C G D C
And every spring it happens like so many good things do
G D G
My big brother climbs the birch trees collecting moth cocoons.
[VERSE]
G C7
Now they’re twice the size of swallowtails, morning cloaks and monarchs are no match
G D Dsus
Wings tan and brown, thick as velvet, with painted decoy eyes of blue and black
G C7
And when their furry wings get dry enough they fly from room to room
G D Dsus
Their legs are like tarantulas and they sometimes land on you
C G D C
But they have no bites or stingers, they are born without a mouth
G D Dsus
They have one day to live and die, so it’s time for John to let them out
[CHORUS]
C G D C
And every spring it happens like so many good things do
G D G
My big brother climbs the birch trees collecting moth cocoons.
[Bridge]
D C G D
He has a microscope and a clarinet and he’s happy on his limb
C D
He loves me as I am and I want to be like him
D C G D
He’s good at drawing dinosaurs, prehistoric murals fill his room
C G D
He lets me in when I am bored, when I need a cocoon
[VERSE]
G C7
And one by one the leave us for the branches of our yard
G D Dsus
And I’m sure no one would believe us if we told them it was hard
G C7
To see them fly beyond our fences, the wind lifts their bodies’ weight
G D Dsus
To find the nearest birch trees, to find their mates and lay their eggs
[CHORUS]
C G D C
So that every spring it happens like so many good things do
G D G
My big brother climbs the birch trees collecting moth cocoons
C G D
Yes my brother John emerges to climb the birches
G
for moth cocoons.
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