Flyin over the sun, escapin with a singed ass-feather
crazy bird, plungin fast toward the concrete nether
death defyin
aint think much of tryin
just flyin
Low
low flyin bird
don’t scrape your beak
low flyin bird, don’t sink
let me ride
over the canyon wide
let me ride
low flyin bird, don’t dive
A bird called Where, searchin for her dismembered love
lighting strickin all around, travelin from the way above
boy that’s looks like fun
until the day is done
fly
Low
low flyin bird
don’t scrape your beak
low flyin bird, don’t sink
let me ride
over the canyon wide
let me ride
low flyin bird, don’t dive
All my dreams I’d burn to fly
windfallin out the clear sky
mistle and a kiss goodbye
credits
from Mangy Love,
released August 26, 2016
Kurt Heasley: vocal
Dan Horne: bass, programming
Jesse Lee: drums
Cass McCombs: vocal, guitar
Blake Mills: guitar
Lee Pardini: piano & keys
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Maybe the best thing David ever did, which makes me extremely sad. A Jews record in all but name, but more direct in its lyricism without losing that indescribable feeling, that beauty and sorrow and lighthearted sarcasm all rolled into one profound set of lyrics that are David Berman. Not to mention the band playing on the record is probably the best Berman ever recorded with. Rest in Peace DCB. jack_thorn16
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