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Wed 11 Aug, 2004 05:10 pm
Morning has broken like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for them singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing, fresh from the world
--I know it wasn't really Cat Stevens first, but I'll say him anyway.
Mr. Bluebird's on my shoulder
Its the truth, its actual
Everything is satisfactual
--Uncle Remus? (Zip-ah-dee-do-dah)
(Pull out your lighters:)
I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change
Oh Lord I can't chaa-aa-aaa-nge
--Lynard Skynard (Free Bird)
Now I'm looking for "bird" lyrics!
1 point for the word "bird"; 2 points for a specific species*.
Have fun!
*Nobody is keeping score, no prizes will be given.
(Al Jolson hit_
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob bobbin' along, along,
There'll be no more sobbing when he starts throbbing
His own sweet song.
Wake up, wake up, you sleepy head,
Get up, get up, get out of bed,
Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red,
Live, love, laugh and be happy.
"Live, love, laugh and be happy"
What an absolutely wonderful thought. I feel better already!
Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mockingbird
Singing all the day
Bluebird over the mountain
Bluebird over the sea
Bring back my baby to me
Tweet tweet
Rockin robin
Go rockin robin
cause you really gonna rock tonight
Uh oh.....
I can't keep up.
Hi edgar!
(This is not directed at you..)
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose
May an elephant caress you with his toes
May your wife be blessed with runners in her hose
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose
--I have absolutely no idea
Yellow bird
Up high in banana tree
Now you're alone like me
Another not so happy one:
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill,
He sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining low,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
--Hank Williams
What a beautiful thought I am thinking,
Concerning a great speckled bird.
Remember her name is recorded,
On the pages of God's Holy Word.
All the other birds flocking 'round her
And she is despised by the squad.
But the great speckled bird in the Bible
Is one with the great Church of God.
All other churches are against her,
They envy her glory and fame.
They hate her because she is chosen
And has not denied Jesus' name.
Desiring to lower her standard,
They watch every move that she makes
They long to find fault with her teachings,
But really they find no mistake.
She is spreading her wings for a journey.
She's going to leave by and by;
When the trumpet shall sound in the morning,
She'll rise and go up in the sky.
In the presence of all her despisers,
With a song never uttered before,
She will rise and be gone in a moment
'Til the great tribulation is o'er.
I am glad I have learned of her meekness.
I am proud that my name is on her book,
For I want to be one never fearing
On the face of my Savior to look.
When He cometh descending from heaven,
On a cloud like He writes in His Word,
I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him
On the wings of that great speckled bird.
Well, I don't want to dampen your mood, but this has such a fun beat, I never think of it as being a sad song. (lol)
Yellow bird, up high in banana tree.
Yellow bird, you sit all alone like me.
Did your lady friend leave the nest again?
That is very sad, makes me feel so bad.
You can fly away, in the sky away.
You're more lucky than me.
I also had a pretty girl, she's not with me today.
They're all the same those pretty girls.
Take tenderness, then they fly away.
Yellow Bird, yellow bird.
.
Wish that I were a yellow bird, I'd fly away with you.
But I am not a yellow bird, So here I sit.
Nothing I can do.
Yellow bird, yellow bird.
Lullaby of Birdland
Ella Fitzgerald, George Shearing
Lullaby of birdland, that's what
I always hear when you sigh
Never in my woodland
Could there be words to reveal
In a phrase how i feel
Have you ever heard two turtle doves
Bill and coo when they love
That's the kind of magic
Music we make with our lips
When we kiss
And there's a weepy ol' willow
He really knows how to cry
That's how i cry in my pillow
If you should tell me
Farewell and goodbye
Lullaby of Birdland whisper low
kiss me sweet & we'll go
Fliyin' high in Birdland
High in the sky up above
All because we're in love
Bird of Paradise Up Nose was Little Jimmy Dickins.
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