"Fake Palindromes" by Andrew Bird

my dewy-eyed disney bride, what has tried
swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
monsters?
whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide!
jesus don't you know that you could've died
(you should've died)
with the monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth

and she's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes
and she's got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise
she's got an old death kit she's been meaning to use
she's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you
she's got blood in her eyes for you

certain fads, stripes and plaids, singles ads
they run you hot and cold like a rheostat, i mean a thermostat
so you bite on a towel
hope it won't hurt too bad

my dewy-eyed disney bride, what has tried
swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
what monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth

and she says i like long walks and sci-fi movies
if you're six foot tall and east coast bred
some lonely night we can get together
and i'm gonna tie your wrists with leather
and drill a tiny hole into your head

-- Andrew Bird


This is my current favorite song. Andrew Bird falls into a category of music I would call Indie Folk (even though I hate the term "indie" for describing popular movies and music). I would group Bird in with the likes of Sufjan Stevens and Iron & Wine, both of whom are good as well.

"Fake Palindromes" really stands out on the album "The Mysterious Production of Eggs." It is accented by swirling string refrain that reminds me of Eastern music. A driving bass drum and crooning vocal style combine with the lovingly melancholy lyrics making a song that is both pulse pounding and profoundly sad. I am not a big fan of critiquing music by their lyrics. I think these lyrics stand on their own, however. It has a beautiful poetic quality. I recommend this song very highly, and the album itself is pretty good too, if you're into that kind of thing.

-- DJ Railsplitter