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Funeral Birds
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Singer/songwriter, Indie self-recorded: Wm Perry writes & performs tight, well-crafted songs. Honest & not boring, sometimes disturbing, with jangled-y edges. T
"I approach the writing of songs as if it's the only tool I have, with which to do something I don't understand." BIOGRAPHY: Failed. Kept moving. Your typical starving artist story. BFA from the Art Institute of Chicago, followed by several years in the Sign Industry. Front man in a multitude of short-lived bands, playing in clubs and warehouses in Chicago and LA's artsy, marginal war-zone neighborhoods. Now solo artist, self-recording. Bought a cheap, old house on Craig's List (without seeing it first!) and moved from Chicago to Cincinnati, an "economic refugee" you could say. Now completing renovations that make four floors of combined living/studio space and working on new music.
Song Info
Genre
Alternative Indie
Charts
Peak #153
Peak in subgenre #24
Author
William McGuffey Perry
Rights
Wm Perry
Uploaded
June 10, 2010
Track Files
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MP3 2.8 MB 128 kbps 3:03
Lyrics
Funeral Birds - William McGuffey Perry All the liquid is spilt All the little birdies are kill’t My dreams disconnect Get sucked out the window like smoke All of my curses are mistaken for jokes And I can’t get out of the car It’s like a funeral on stilts People say something sounds sometimes Sounds like good choice Living like mutants eating sound waves And halving the price Won’t hold still for me to draw the wings on Won’t calm down so I could explain It won’t help won’t see I won’t make that mistake again Driving around Watching the road like a spy Forcing myself up to tears And then on into lies All of my dreams Out the window like smoke All of my curses are taken for jokes Look on the ground All of the liquid is spilt Look there on the road All the little birdies are kill’t And I can’t make myself stop the car It’s like a funeral on stilts
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