Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire & Andrew Bird
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire & Andrew Bird
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire & Andrew Bird
The lyrics of this song are adapted from the poem “Wait” by Galway Kinnell. Andrew Bird talks about Galway Kinnell in this interview, and you can hear Kinnell talking about the poem (“I wrote this poem for a student who was thinking about suicide”) and reading it in this video.
Wait, don't go too early
You're tired but everyone's tired
But no one, no one is tired enough
Only wait a little and listen
Music of hair, music of pain
Music of looms weaving all our loves again
Be there to hear it, it's your only chance
You know that hair will become interesting
And pain, pain will become interesting
Second hand gloves will become lovely, lovely again
Oh wait, wait for now - ooh
Distrust everything, if you have to
But trust the hours
Haven't they carried you everywhere till now?
Music of hair, music of pain
Music of looms weaving all our loves again
Be there to hear it, it's your only chance
Won't you be there to hear it, it's your only chance
Won't you be there to hear it, it's your only...chance
Wait was written by Galway Kinnell & Andrew Bird.
Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire released Wait on Tue Aug 24 1999.