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The third track off the Andy the Doorbum Double LP "The Man Killed The Bird, And With The Bird He Killed The Song, And With The Song, Himself."


I've lost count of the times that I've lost my mind and could not recall all that was.
And however brief they came to me.
By various means were they caused.
And I cannot pretend that some part of me was not wholeheartedly changed by the fray.
But I'm feeling a lot more creative so I guess that it worked out ok.
My family's falling to pieces.
We used to be like a small tribe.
Its funny how it turns to shit when someone falls in love or someone starts to die.
And we'll bury you up on the farm where they brought me after I was born.
By the well where our relative froze to death while her brother sat inside...crippled and warm.
I've lost track of the memories I have made.
I've lost touch with the people I've known.
Come to find the world ain't got no saving.
Come to terms with leaving it alone.

Got a call that I couldn't avoid this time.
The way I work I'm sure there'll be more.
Like a bride in a virgin white veil, oh...
Covering up that greed ridden whore.
And my ancestors got my bed ready.
Its a German/Sioux Indian hole.
I've heard tell of a thing called 'tradition.'
Well, we don't buy that shit anymore.


from The Man Killed The Bird, And With The Bird He Killed The Song, And With The Song, Himself., released December 31, 2011
Written, Recorded, and Performed by Andy the Doorbum


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