Friday Song of the Day

[ForeverAutumn]

Alright, it's 9:45 and there are no new posts yet today. Time to get the ball rolling!

What's your song of the day. Mine is Little Bird, Little Bird by Rheostatics.

This is sort of a folky sounding song with nice rambling accoustic guitar, a mandolin, and just enough bass to give it bit of a Pink Floydy sound. It reminds me a little of Bruce Cockburn thrown into a blender with the musical dramatics of Roger Waters.

Where did you fly little bird, little bird?
How long 'til I might see
A view of the world, little world, little world
The marching of industry?

Those smokeblack stains
Red and purple planes
Blood on a flag unfurled
A screaming sound when we hit the ground
To walk with me
Walking through the wicked world

How hard the sun, little bird, little bird?
How deep the winter freeze?
How strong am I, missing words, missing words
To tell you how scared I feel?

Of an artist's fake
Or a sadist's rake
Scars on a teenage girl
A slow parade for the price we paid
To walk with me
Walking through the wicked world

Through the fire and the flood
I'll staunch the blood
Put your face to my face
Take her place, it's alright
We are drunk on our death
Bed of arms, bed of ice
I never learned how to dance
Is this Poland or France?

How hard the sun, little bird, little bird?
How deep the blood and the bone?
How strong am I, missing words, missing words
To tell you how scared I feel?

Of a rusted saw and an iron jaw
Screams of a dead man's dream
But my country and my family know
To walk with me
Walking through the wicked world.