Bowerbird

[bnewman]

A bowerbird's bower may not be as shiny as a bird that is literally on fire, but it's pretty shiny.

Featuring the top of my new filing cabinet on percussion.

lyrics by Benjamin Newman

ttto: "Firebird's Child" by S.J. Tucker

listen to this song
 

I am the bowerbird!  Come to my parlor!

Come see the bowerbird's stash!

I am the bowerbird, my decorating is absurd

I fill my nest and make it flash, flash, flash!

I pimp my parlor with your trash!

 

Some birds have shiny feathers, but for me that's not enough

I build my love a bower and I fill it up with stuff

If it shines enough to charm then it may shine enough to woo

Be it plastic or organic, every piece must be bright blue!

 

I am the bowerbird!  Come to my parlor!

Come see the bowerbird's stash!

I am the bowerbird, my decorating is absurd

I fill my nest and make it flash, flash, flash!

I pimp my parlor with your trash!

 

I heed the voice that tells me, if you build it, she will come

I fill it up with flowers and with bottlecaps and gum

Each shiny thing is placed with care to fit with all the rest

If I want to win my love, my bower's bling must be the best

 

I am the bowerbird!  Come to my parlor!

Come see the bowerbird's stash!

I am the bowerbird, my decorating is absurd

I fill my nest and make it flash, flash, flash!

I pimp my parlor with your trash!