Here’s a call,
A longing chorus
Stretching out and loudest at dawn.
This warble’s
Fluttering towards
A new face through screen and window.
See my dance,
My chest and stance.
By some chance
These waves get found
And it’s heard, this chuck-will’s-widow.
Here’s to hope
And aim in the dark.
Catch the glint, the glitter wardrobe
And its bright
Soft ruffled plume,
On some date it shines and glows.
But our calls
Ride the leaves
On the trees distancing us.
See my dance,
My chest and stance.
Tell out in silence and timing.
Just right not a breath wasted.
Not a tweetle Unappreciated.
Like birds don’t(can’t) understand how
We can recognize each other.
In hope we create some stage.
To ensure we can share a cage.
supported by 4 fans who also own “Dance, Chest, Stance.”
It would be a mistake to only listen to this during the holidays. I think that this album is a wonderful Brown Bird album on its own and shouldn't be brushed aside just because it's a Christmas album. I don't even like Christmas music, but this is fantastic. Keej
Guitar-wielding duo from Queens, New York, drop atmospheric debut LP, recorded in an ex-bowling alley under a cafe. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2015