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Little Bird
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heartwrenchers, tear jerkers, hushed wrestling under the covers, and lusty admirations...
"Call her an insider/outsider artist, but there's nobody (to my knowledge) making albums quite like this in 2005, full of dropped beats, stream-of-consciousness melodies, un-selfconscious lyrics, and ultra-creative-on-a-shoestring-budget arrangements." - The Mystical Beast "A bewitching Wilmington, Del., singer named Bullette spent three years of "languid and bittersweet study" recording her debut album, The Secrets. Then she gave all the music away. Bullette made Mp3s of each new song available for free download on her web site, then sent notes to a group of influential MP3 bloggers. What sort of strategy is this? A winner." - 6/18/05 Philadelphia Inquirer - Daniel Rubin see them all at www.bullette.net
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
#18,012 today Peak #177
#3,599 in subgenre Peak #30
Author
Monika Bullette
Rights
2005 - Monika Bullette
Uploaded
June 22, 2005
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
LITTLE BIRD You're a little bird that came to fluff its wings on my windowsill You're a little bird that came to fluff its wings on my windowsill And now there's an empty spot on my windowsill You sang a little song that I can whistle now at my windowsill You sang a little song that I can whistle now at my windowsill While I look to the west for my little bird (You told me) You can tell a bird by the way that it flies You can trust my word 'til the day that you die A raven won't pluck out another raven's eye And all this, you, a little bird, told me Kiss the hand that you can not bite Wait long enough and they'll run out of fight And every bird loves to hear its own song And all this, you, a little bird, told me It's no secret that's known to three You won't get far trying to force the sea A whistling woman and a crowing hen Will bring no luck to the house that they're in So I whistle your song for you... You're a little bird that came to fluff its wings on my windowsill You sang a little song that I can whistle now at my windowsill While I look to the west for my little bird
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