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Bird Flu

by Ned Greenough

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The house lights fade And the gobes light up It’s time to start the show A wicked dance In the the deep twilight Showing eyes that sparkle and glow She moves ever swiftly Feet barely hit on the floor But as the music changes Her softness turns into a roar But what did make me trust in your motion? Was it the same little thing that twirled you about? I fell in love with the commotion And there’s something more I wanna find out That fabrics change And it picks up pace It’s time to rock and roll The shade of blood Covers the stage To show this bird has flown And then, like an animal Released from it’s tiny cage She breaks out screaming Fists in the air enraged But what could make me trust in your motion? Was it the same little thing that tossed you around? A connection between the commotion This canary’s making my heart pound Start back To where it all began An angel of purity and grace Where wings take flight Across the aisles And light pours from the stage She is beauty Perfection I adore Like a black swan rising From the water begging for more Snap back to reality Stop putting your heart in everything But if you kill the mockingbird There’s no way you can hear it sing But what did make us touch in your motion? Was it the same little thing that brought me to you? I’m in love with your commotion I think I’m getting sick with a little bird flu Turn about round…
2.
Less Is More 02:43
You come to me saying I need someone You come to me saying you need something else Well, I don’t know if I can do it I’ve crossed that line too much just to hurt myself Sometimes it gets lonely in the evenings Standing out alone in the pouring rain You see it all the time, but they don’t tend to bat an eye I am the one that you will see Hurry up your stride, don’t act like me It’s funny how they say that they don’t want love It’s funny how they say they just wanna mess around Well I don’t really see the point in it Heaven forbid we both stand on different grounds Admittedly of course I’ll say I miss it But it’s not worth it to me to lay it all down Cuz I’ve seen it all before, from a kiss to a face in the door I’ve never gone back to settle the score I’ll always think to myself, hell what is it for? At the end of the day maybe less is more

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The theatrical single "Bird Flu" with the somber "Less Is More" b-side.

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released April 3, 2020

Ned Greenough - Grand Piano, Keyboards, Vocals, Whistles, Arranging, Various Woodwinds
Haley Wright-McGivney - Rhythm Guitar
Michael Gentile - Lead Guitar
Thomas Draper - Electric Bass
Joey Small - Percussion, Whistles, Various Woodwinds, Arranging
Maria Giufré - Trumpet
Tristan Hayes - Trumpet
Nick Dombroski - Saxophone
Cover Art by Haley Wright-McGivney
Modelling by Maria Wisniewski
Mixed by Joey Small
Mastered by Adam Haggar at Mount Olympia Mastering

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Ned Greenough Syracuse, New York

I write songs about wizards and rivers that kill people. I hope you like keyboards!

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