Story Behind The Song
Reflection on a plane crash at a busy intersection in downtown Tallahassee, FL.
Song Description
Title track from debut album.
| Song Length |
4:06 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene, Pleasant |
Subject |
Airplanes, Imagination |
| Similar Artists |
Wilco, Leonard Cohen |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
A steel bird crashed its beak at a corner downtown. Swelling sirens followed. It's tail points to the sky and wings at you and I. Feathers of Aluminum.
We all put on our scarves and sweatshirts to march the apocalyptic parade. Travailed from different sides to spectate the attraction, but what are our reasons?
The streets went black that night like New York 77. March to the parade we march to the parade. The pitch black parking lots and the flashing colored lights. March to the parade we march to the dead.
10,000 people all lured to the animal and the beauty of its death. Her body's like a sculpture, fused into the ground by an artist long ago.
We all put on our scarves and sweatshirts to march the apocalyptic parade. Travailed from different sides to spectate the attraction, but what are our reasons?
The streets went black that night like New York 77. March to the parade we march to the parade. The pitch black parking lots and the flashing colored lights. March to the parade we march to the dead.
It became something different. Not a plane or a crane at all. Like an idol from the natives. Not a plane or a crane at all. And we worship it tonight.
The streets went black that night like New York 77. March to the parade we march to the parade. The pitch black parking lots and the flashing colored lights. March to the parade we march to the dead.
A bum spoke of the crash. Said "mama held some eggs," but we just turned our heads.
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