I Started Looking and the Bubble Burst.

This brand of mental gymnastics is nasty, and every day I grow more convinced that this is not for the long run.

Goodnight, Benjamin.

We had a girly time gushing over Ben Buttons when he was about 70 years old.

Aww.

Oh no we’re deep in a calcium mine.

Allow me – SUPER SIGH.

I wish I had better brainy intellect and physical stamina. And a longer attention span. And better writing skills. And better multitasking ability. And better time management, too.

Thanks.

#*@&!^

Oh arm and arm we’re the harmless sociopaths.

Flipping awesome. You do good, Andrew. Your new album, it do real good. 

It’s always like this: I fall head over heels with your music and writing, then forget about you, and when I rediscover them, I promptly swoon all over again. They’ve got some serious staying power. And you write so beautifully and cleverly, too, always so appropriately mysterious and melodiously adventurous.  I’m too tired to elucidate even though I really want to gush, so: Andrew Bird, you rox mah sox yoZ. 

in the salsify mains of what was thought but unsaid
all the calcified arhythmatists were doing the math
it would take a calculated blow to the head
to light the eyes of all the harmless sociopaths
oh arm and arm we are the harmless sociopaths
oh arm and arm with all the harmless sociopaths
calcium mines were buried deep in your chest
oh calcim mines you buried deep in your chest
oh no we’re deep in a mine
oh no a calcium mine
so let’s get out of here
past the atmosphere
squint your eyes and no one dies
or goes to jail
past the silver bridge, oh the silver bridge
wearing nothing but a one-sie and a veil
oh no, oh no, oh no 

Oh No – Andrew Bird

Oh no indeed.