Rare Birds single

by Marshall Brown

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Promoting the upcoming album, Second Childhood

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released August 11, 2015

all songs written and recorded by Marshall Brown
mastered by Zac Thomas at The Jam Room
picture on front cover taken by Mary Todd
all other artwork by Marshall Brown

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Track Name: Rare Birds
Sitting on the bank a-drinkin and a-smokin
All the people think that my heart must be broken
But I'm happy as a bumble bee
When the trees are puttin out in Spring

I don't even mind I don't have a steady job
But people treat me like I'm a hillbilly Bob
So a hillbilly Bob I'll be
Cause their rules don't mean a thing to me

Some rare birds they don't bother flying south
(Their home is where they make it)
Some rare birds they don't bother opening their mouths
(But they're singing on the inside)
You'd be a fool to say
"Why's that little bird bein quiet as a mouse
And shouldn't he be gathering to build himself a house?"
Why should he spread one wing
When he could just be sitting there
The wind would brush his feathered hair
And he'll feel like a bird of paradise

Sitting on the bank of this dirty old river
Cloggin up my lungs and beefing up my liver
There's one thing that's so plain to see
This hillbilly Bob is free

Some rare birds they don't bother flying south
(Their home is where they make it)
Some rare birds they don't bother opening their mouths
(But they're singing on the inside)
You'd be a fool to say
"Why's that little bird bein lazy as can be
Shouldn't he be keeping up with the hummingbirds and geese?"
Why should he spread one wing
When he could just be sitting there
The wind would brush his feathered hair
And he'll feel like a bird of paradise
Track Name: Bird Like A Chainsaw
I was walking through the woods and heard the strangest thing
A bird with a tape recorder on her beak
But when I got closer I came to find
It was no tape recorder, it was in real time

Sounded like a chainsaw
Imitating things she saw and heard
Bird just like a chainsaw
Warning all the animals, not just birds

She came from a land so far away
It was no particular place and time to migrate
She found herself in a homeland without a home
And no place to build a nest and care for her own