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Twitter Twats, rejoice! A fusion of Brazilian maxixe and the sounds of the New Orleans piano tradition.

lyrics

I can read all your thoughts,
But alas, not your face,
When you flash on the screen,
And you’re gone, not a trace.

After your sermon that
Keepers hiss like a snake,
All your brothers and your sisters
Fall asleep but you’re still wide awake.

All your wisdom emits
A sweet little chirp and chime.
(Tweet tweet, tweet tweet tweet!)
Little pearls that you polish though they
Crumble all by next week’s time, and

Old Man Turner’s come and gone,
Left the bags we drag along.

Well you left on the stove,
And the pot that you stirred
Bubbled over all the while you’re
Preaching to a tree that’s full of birds.

Never mind that they sing,
Teach ‘em your sarabande.
It’s the strings on your hand,
It’s a coat, it’s a brand.

With their beaks on the feed,
And begging you to astound.
(Tweet tweet, tweet tweet tweet!)
They’re so eager to gag on hashtag
Mouthmeal that they swallow down.

Sitting perched on the wire,
They sing of your feats of charm.
(Tweet tweet, tweet tweet tweet!)
But that’s not what I hear when you go
Sounding the alarm.

Saint Francis,
Don’t bother me.

Old Man Turner’s come and gone,
Left the bags we drag along.
Left and right we walk the road,
Children of the same source code.

Old Man Turner’s gone away,
Never thought we’d see the day.
Crusade with our butchered prose,
Wearing all his dirty clothes.

Share the spirit of the Pharisees.
Oh no! Saint Francis, don’t bother me.
Retweet all the wicked melodies.
Oh no! Saint Francis, don’t bother me.

And the chariot swings
Low enough, no complaints.
‘Cause we know you’re the man,
But the man’s not a saint.

But look up, and I swear,
Only vultures hear prayers.
At the top of the stairs,
No one cares;
They’ll push you down but you’re too
Busy counting characters while you’re splitting hairs.

Saint Francis,
Don’t bother me.

Tweet tweet tweet tweet–

credits

from Vacations and Experiments, track released July 6, 2015
Jesse Featherstone: Piano/Lead Vocal
Rachel Ana Dobken: Featured Vocal
Brianna Reed: Backup Vocal
Ariana Stultz: Backup Vocal/Bird Sounds
Nelle June Anderson: Backup Vocal
Joe Tisdall: Guitar
Jory Dawidowicz: Bass
Ryan MacLean: Drums/Bird Sounds

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Jesse Featherstone New York, New York

Jazz/classical pianist, composer, percussionist, singer/songwriter trying to survive the music industry in NYC (for the moment).

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