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There's a holiday, a street parade, you and I are locked away. If the motorbikes like flocks of birds are ruled by nature I couldn't say. Sundays we'd lie in bed and talk about airplanes. Walking up your telephone cries metallic tears and I don't care who it is, or which buildings falling. Cover your road side bed with leaves. I'm killing myself with kindness. Stand and listen to machines that speak our poetry, while a man buries life as death, this is his street side eulogy. Sundays we'd lie in bed and talk about airplanes. Walking up your telephone cries metallic tears and I don't care who it is, or which city is burning. Cover your road side bed with leaves. I'm killing myself with kindness. I don't care who it is or which cities falling. I don't care who it is, or which buildings burning.

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from Box of Baby Birds, released 01 January 2006
Gary Calhoun James: Voice, guitars, piano, bass, bells, pianica, hand claps
Alance Ward: Drums, hand claps, percussion


Written, Recorded and Mixed by Gary Calhoun James
Mastered by Griffin Rodriguez

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GCJ/BBB Timeline:
1978-2006 R&D
2006-2009 Chicago Birds Reign of Terror
2009-Present Austin Era less

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