Biografía:
O conjunto indie folk Brown Bird foi inicialmente formado como um veículo para o vocalista principal e compositor David Lamb. Em 2003, tendo vivido brevemente em Seattle, David se mudou para o leste de Portland, Maine, onde ele começou a trabalhar em um punhado de melodias folk que se compararam favoravelmente com o trabalho sobressalente e rude de artistas como Bonnie "Prince" Billy e Iron and Wine. Os amigos de David, Jerusha e Jeremy Robinson
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse]
Bm Em
Patiently awaiting her insatiably strange
F#
Daily disposition to embellish the range
Bm Em
Of superficial flattery for anything nice
F#
He rolls his eyes accordingly
and swallows his favorite vice
[Verse]
Bm Em
He wanders out to howl at the moon
F#
Understandably regretting
He had entered the room
Bm Em
But suddenly he turns to stone
F#
His mind between the nothing
and the everything he's ever known
[Verse]
Bm
The sky is splitting open
Em
The stars are spinning round
F#
His spirit's in the heavens
and his head's on the ground
Bm Em
Time was disappearing through the crack in the sky
F#
When he rose to his feet and shouted
Every single king to his eyes
[Verse]
Bm Em
Incredulously stepping outdoors
F#
She wonders if she's ever seen him sober before
Bm Em
At times the definition of an eloquent man
F#
Tonight he daftly rambles like a fever only can
Bm Em
Patiently awaiting her insatiably strange
F#
Daily disposition to embellish the range
Bm Em
Of superficial flattery for anything nice
F#
He rolls his eyes accordingly
and swallows his favorite vice
[Verse]
Bm Em
He wanders out to howl at the moon
F#
Understandably regretting
He had entered the room
Bm Em
But suddenly he turns to stone
F#
His mind between the nothing
and the everything he's ever known
[Verse]
Bm
The sky is splitting open
Em
The stars are spinning round
F#
His spirit's in the heavens
and his head's on the ground
Bm Em
Time was disappearing through the crack in the sky
F#
When he rose to his feet and shouted
Every single king to his eyes
[Verse]
Bm Em
Incredulously stepping outdoors
F#
She wonders if she's ever seen him sober before
Bm Em
At times the definition of an eloquent man
F#
Tonight he daftly rambles like a fever only can
Bruce Springstee (...)
Bruce Wiegner
Bruddah Waltah
Brunettes Shoot (...)
Bruno Arias
Bryan Hyland
Bryan J
Bryan Jeffery Le (...)
Bryan John Apple (...)
Bryan Kaarl