Andrew Bird lyrics : "Fitz And Dizzyspells"
Like the fits and dizzyspells, like the weather
And it blows
Like it knows whats going wrong, like its clever
Has a name, oh but the name goes unspoken
Weather vanes oh are all twisted and broken.
Soldier on
Soldier on
Soldier on
Flailing to the whirr of the snack machine
Muted screams of an old regime
And then oh, something gets in it
The nightshade gets in it
and we were all fast asleep
we were all so fast asleep
but you woke us up, woke us up from the strangest dream
that an aubergine could ever know
would ever know, would ever know
Lava flows over the crooks and craggy cliffs to the ocean
and explodes like in a steam heat fevered cyclical motion
Has a name but the name goes unspoken
its in vain 'cause the language is broken
Cast your own
Cast your own
Soldier on
Soldier on
Soldier on
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