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Glass Figurine - Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire



     
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You've got me sitting on your mantle like a little glass figurine
Why must you be so mean?
Don't you know I've got better things to do?I'm like a mail order product from a housekeeping magazine
How utterly embarrassing
Well, lady, I'm not going to dance that danceLet the giraffes do it, let the sad clown cry
Your porcelain kisses are not going to turn me shy
No, I'm not your little boy, your rosy cheeked joy
Though the thought of you makes me sanguine
I'll do anything you want but I won't be your glass figurineLet the giraffes do it, let the sad clown cry
Your porcelain kisses are not going to turn me shy
No, I'm not your little boy, your rosy cheeked joy
Though the thought of you makes me sanguine
I'll do anything you want but I won't be your glass figurineI'm like a mail order product from a housekeeping magazine
I'll do anything you want but I won't be your glass figurine
No, I won't be be your glass figurine
No, I won't be be your glass figurine, no

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Forget the violin. Forget the classical background. As troubadour Andrew Bird puts it, “At this point the violin just happens to be the instrument I have on hand to make the sounds that I hear. I like to abuse it and pull as many sounds out of it as I can.” Bird is a masterful and intuitive singer / songwriter, and what he does while performing—alternately plucking and bowing his violin, then immediately sampling the results, layering the sounds with guitar, whistling, glockenspiel and vocals—bears little resemblance to what most people might expect.

Read more about Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire on Last.fm.


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Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire