Alyssa Corey - Vocals
Dom Tolerico - Guitars
Matt Bednash - Bass
Rich Robinson - Drums, Acoustic Guitar
lyrics
A cold November frost may be coming soon
The birds have all been lost with lovers from last June
Her hands wave goodbye like wings before she turns her back and flies away
Mr. Blue Jay seems to be old and lonely in his tree
He stares into the pale, blue mountains/ He realizes he was born with wings
He begins to head for the sky/ And he looks back and sees that it’s alright
And so he says
What was I scared of? What was I scared of?
I knew that I could fly.
What was I scared of? What was I scared of?
This beautiful, open sky?
You can rustle all your feathers and try to fight the crows
But, get yourself together, cause everybody knows
You’re bleak and pale and almost stale, but we want to hear you chirp that you’re alright
Mr. Blue Jay, where you been? You’d flown the coop god knows when.
You’ve grown into the perfect monster/ Your veins fill with acid when you land
Won’t you take us for a ride?/ Your satin smile makes me feel alright
This beautiful open sky Oh, Mr. Blue Jay Oh, Mr. Blue Jay learn to fly
(Well there aint no clouds, theres no one around and I cant feel my feet on the ground, open my eyes and look at the skies realize its gonna be alright)
credits
from Cellar Door,
released October 31, 2014
Music and Lyrics by Robinson
Dreamy indie rock a la Duster/Sparklehorse with interesting with dynamic shifts and subtle hooks to keep things moving along. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2024
Holy shit Walt. Your laugh is unbearable. There was nothing said that would warrant a laugh like that. Its like a baby that laughs when its dad hurts himself. He just cracks up at nothing and it sounds like he's having a respiratory attack of some sort. eagle126