Andrew Bird: Oh No

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(Whistling)

In the salsify mains of what was thought but unsaid
All the calcified arhythmitists 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 (2x)
Calcium mines were buried deep in your chest (2x)

Ooh no we're deep in a mine
Ooh a calcium mine oooh
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 ? and a veil

Ooh oh deep in a mine,
Ooh oh a calcium mine "oh no"
Arm and arm we are the harmless sociopaths (2x)
In the calcium mines buried deep in your chest (2x)

Oooh oh deep in a mine
Oooh no calcium mines oh no

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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 ? and a veil
Oh no .. oh no ... oh no ... oh no

(Whistling)

Giulia Y Los Tellarini: Barcelona

(SPANISH)
Por qué tanto perderse, tanto buscarse, sin encontrarse?
Me encierran los muros de todas partes. Barcelona te estás equivocando, no puedes seguir inventando, que el mundo sea otra cosa y volar como mariposa.

Barcelona, hace un calor que me deja fría por dentro, con este vicio de vivir mintiendo. Qué bonito sería tu mar, si supiera yo nadar. Barcelona, mi mente está llena de cara de gente extranjera: conocida, desconocida y vuelta a ser transparente.

No existo más Barcelona, siendo esposa de tus ruidos, tu laberinto extrovertido.
No he encontrado la razón, por qué me duele el corazón. Porque es tan fuerte que sólo podré vivirte en la distancia y escribirte una canción.

Te quiero Barcelona (¡ella tiene el poder! x4), Barcelona es poderosa (¡ella tiene el poder!), Barcelona es poderosa (¡ella tiene el poder!), Barcelona es poderosa (¡ella tiene el poder!), Barcelona (¡ella tiene el poder¡), Barcelona es poderosa.

(ENGLISH)
Why so much losing of oneself, searching of oneself, without finding oneself? The walls close in on me from all sides.
Barcelona. You are mistaken, you can’t keep ignoring,
that the world may be some other thing, and fly like a butterfly.
Barcelona. It’s so hot the heat leaves me cold inside, with this vice of living a lie. (literally living lying) how beautiful your ocean would be, if I knew how to swim.
Barcelona. My mind is full of faces of strangers known, unknown, and back to being transparent.
I no longer exist Barcelona, being married to your sounds, your extroverted labyrinth, I’ve not found the reason why my heart hurts. Because it’s (the pain) so strong that I’ll only be able to experience you from a distance and write you a song. I love you Barcelona. (Chorus: She has the power) Barcelona is powerful.

PJ Harvey: White Chalk

White chalk hills are all I've known
White chalk hills will rot my bones
White chalk sticking to my shoes
White chalk playing as a child with you

White chalk sat against time
White chalk cutting down the sea line
I know Mary's by the surf
On a path cut 1500 years ago

And I know these chalk hills will rot my bones

Dorset's cliffs meet at the sea
Where I walked
(Our unborn child in me)
White chalk
(Poor scattered land)

Scratch my palms
There's blood on my hands