If memory serves us, then who owns the master How do we know who's projecting this reel And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster Tell me how long til the paint starts to peel Is it like Pyramus or Apollo or an archer we don't know Though history repeats itself, and time's a crooked bow Come on tell us something we don't know Now who's the best boy and the casting director And the editor splicing your face from the scene It's all in the hands of a lazy projector That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine They say all good things must come to an end Everyday the night must fall How it all came to this, I simply can't recall Too many cooks in the kitchen How the mighty must fall But I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all Breaking up at all And it's all in the hands of a lazy projector That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine
Thanks AB- really like this timeless classic=]
Thank you ! Andrew Bird , man ! Loved this one , and the rest of all of your songs !
That first chorus whistle through is a golden eyebrow raise
Love his smile at the end!!!
never fails to amaze
It is never just in the hands of a lazy projector.
Siempre nos quedará silbar. Grande Andrew "pajaro"
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LazzyBird brought me here :)
If memory serves us, then who owns the master
How do we know who's projecting this reel
And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster
Tell me how long til the paint starts to peel
Is it like Pyramus or Apollo or an archer we don't know
Though history repeats itself, and time's a crooked bow
Come on tell us something we don't know
Now who's the best boy and the casting director
And the editor splicing your face from the scene
It's all in the hands of a lazy projector
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine
They say all good things must come to an end
Everyday the night must fall
How it all came to this, I simply can't recall
Too many cooks in the kitchen
How the mighty must fall
But I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
Breaking up at all
And it's all in the hands of a lazy projector
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine
who else thinks he needs to revisit the album Soldier On?
no violin...still freaking amazing!