Andrew Bird school of poetry

Han har et grep med ordene, den mannen. I "Fake Palindromes" er det leken og merkelige ordsammenstillinger som antyder en litt skummel og mystisk historie.

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 coulda died, shoulda died?

I "Masterfade" er det tall og teknologi som får æren av å bære og kamuflere meningene:

With GPS you know it's all just a matter of degrees
Your happiness won't find you underneath that canopy of trees
If the green grass is 6, the soybeans are 7,
the junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11
And if the 1s just hold their place the 0s a smiley face
when they come floating down from the heavens

I "Opposite day" skriver han ganske lenge om mer eller mindre ingenting, og får det likevel til å virke interessant:

But if you think there's something else
Well you're right, there is
There's something else
But if you think I'm gonna tell you, think again
Why should I even think of telling you what there is?
Yeah, 'cause silence is knowledge
And knowledge is power
I'm under explicit orders to dare not speak its name

Han er også flink med lettere absurde digresjoner, som i "MX Missiles":

I didn't know what you were made of
Color of your blood what you're afraid of
Are you made of calcium or are you carbon based
'Cause if you're made of calcium I'll have to take a taste
Calcium is deadly, but tender to the tooth,
but it's one sure-fire way to know if you're mx-missile proof,
or if you're just aloof

Igjen anbefaler jeg denne plata, "Andrew Bird And The Mysterious Production Of Eggs". Alt er fint med den, fra coveret til stemmen hans til sangene og arrangementene, og altså tekstene. Sjekk ut mer på hjemmesiden, det går til og med an å laste ned en og annen mp3 der.

Eller som han sier selv, i "Tables And Chairs":

And that's not all
Woah!
There will be snacks, there will
There will be snacks!