"Tenuousness" -- Andrew Bird Tenuous at best was all he had to say When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans Greek Cypriots and harbor sorts who hang around in ports a lot uh huh Here's where things start getting weird While chinless men will scratch their beards And to their minds a sharpened axe Is brushed upon the Uralic syntaxes Love of hate acts as an axis Love of hate acts as an axis First it wanes and then it waxes So procreate and pay your taxes Tenuousness, less seven comes to three Them, you, us plus eleven Thank the heavens for their elasticity And as for those who live and die for astronomy When coprophagia was writ Know when to stand or when to sit Can't stand to stand, can't stand to sit And who would want to know this? Click, click, click Who wants to look upon this? Who wants to look upon this pray tell? Who wants to look upon this? Who wants to look upon this pray tell, pray tell? Tenuousness, less seven comes to three Them, you, us plus eleven comes just shy of infinity And as for those who live and die from numerology https://youtu.be/I9rmwllw5q8
Coprophagia for Andrew Bird I want to climb my way through elevated words at once crunchy and dark, multisyllabic latinate homages to the Anglo-Saxon lexicon, scale mellifluous and strange up a calligraphic ladder, scintillating, enigmatic, half euphoric, epiphanic, breathing psychedelic diction, regurgitating divine dictation, transcribing sacramental gibberish like an authentic citizen of ancient Babel, high and higher on her impossible transcendental tower, seeking with the best of them a peek at the Ultimate Power -- I want to fly like her, a legend in her own mind, and poise at the top, one foot raised in the second before the fatal blow, flicker, click, linguistic deliquescence --
Required soundtrack: Andrew Bird’s Noble Beast.