The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
A slightly haunting song in three-four time, with lyrics that are pensive, sad at first, but ultimately hopeful.
The little bird referenced in the title and the chorus may represent hope – as in the Emily Dickinson poem “Hope is the thing with feathers”. It seems to be an imaginary friend of sorts...
[Verse 1]
Sometimes it's hard to say even one thing true
When all eyes have turned aside, they used to talk to you
And people on the streets seem to disapprove
So you keep moving away
And forget what you wanted to say
[Chorus]
Little bird, little bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said, say it again
They tell me I'm crazy, but you told me
I'm golden
[Verse 2]
Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from the lies
Nobody knows what's in the hold of your mind
We are all buildings and people inside
Never know who walks through the door
Is it someone that you've met before?
[Chorus]
Little bird, little bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said, say it again
They tell me I'm crazy, but you told me
I'm golden
[Bridge]
I know what I know
A wind in the trees and a road
That goes winding 'onder
From here I see rain, I hear thunder
Somewhere there's sun
And you don't need a reason
[Verse 3]
Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on
Quiet weekends, holidays, you come undone
Open your window and look upon
All the kinds of alive you can be
Be still, be light, believe me
[Chorus]
Little bird, little bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said, say it again
They tell me I'm crazy, but you told me
I'm golden
I'm golden
The Weepies released Little Bird on Tue Apr 22 2008.