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Gunnar Backman // guitar and more / Michele Collins // instant lyrics spoken word , vocals / Jonny Wartel // trumpet, flute, sax;

EXOTIC BIRD - lyrics Jenny Rowell


The Exotic Bird


She has the physical presence of an exotic bird; perhaps she was just that, in a former life. Her face is narrow and pointed. Her lips are pursed as if perpetually prepared to squawk about something. Her intense, bulging eyes are a vivid shade of green. She has flaming orange hair; the shade of orange one might expect to see spouting from the mouth of a technicolor dragon. Her strapless, plum-colored dress hugs her long, sinewy body. I find myself equally repelled and intrigued by her. That sense of uncertainty dissipates as she abandons her perch. She moves with an incredible amount of grace. Her stride is long, her arms swing elegantly at her sides. She has a sort of dance, a peculiar rhythm to her gait. As she moves her exotic, spicy scent tickles my nose. I sat and watched this amazing creature take flight down the sidewalk with the candor of child. Sitting in the long shadow of her presence I wonder if anyone else saw her magic.

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released January 1, 2000

Project X // EXPOSÉ // cat.nr. brako 1211
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Track Name: EXOTIC BIRD
lyrics by Jenny Rowell

The Exotic Bird


She has the physical presence of an exotic bird; perhaps she was just that, in a former life. Her face is narrow and pointed. Her lips are pursed as if perpetually prepared to squawk about something. Her intense, bulging eyes are a vivid shade of green. She has flaming orange hair; the shade of orange one might expect to see spouting from the mouth of a technicolor dragon. Her strapless, plum-colored dress hugs her long, sinewy body. I find myself equally repelled and intrigued by her. That sense of uncertainty dissipates as she abandons her perch. She moves with an incredible amount of grace. Her stride is long, her arms swing elegantly at her sides. She has a sort of dance, a peculiar rhythm to her gait. As she moves her exotic, spicy scent tickles my nose. I sat and watched this amazing creature take flight down the sidewalk with the candor of child. Sitting in the long shadow of her presence I wonder if anyone else saw her magic.