Street Parade

from by Box of Baby Birds

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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 January 1, 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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Box of Baby Birds Austin

Gary Calhoun James has been recording as Box of Baby Birds since 2006. Originally from Chicago, Box of Baby Birds is now located in Austin, TX.

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