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Recorded live to cassette at the Dry Rock Cafe in Farmingdale, NY, January 7, 1995.
lyrics
The breeze picked up and pushed a can
The can rolled down a hill
A bird took wing to dodge the can
And perched on my windowsill.
The windowsill was old and worn
And suddenly gave way
It fell two stories to the ground
On which three kittens lay
The smallest one jumped up and ran
And scared a butterfly
Which left the flower it was on
Just as a bee passed by
The bee lit on the flower
And soon I came along
I didn't see, stepped on the bee
And sure enough was stung....
I went into convulsions, all my allergies engaged
The neighbors heard me screaming, and an ambulance was paged.
I sat there in emergency, all miserable and sick
Well, I saw her across the room - my heart was pumping quick -
I waved for her attention, and she stiffly raised her head
I asked her what the problem was, and this is what she said:
"The breeze blew leaves from an old oak tree
And new light from the sun
Shone through the spot the leaves had been
And startled mice to run
The mice ran down the sidewalk
And they hid inside a tree
Bothering a young raccoon
And angering a bee
Which flew out in a rage and stung
The first thing that it found."
That was this girl, out for a walk
She crumpled to the ground....
Her allergies, the same as mine, had left her in this place
Oh, just think - if not for this Spring wind, I'd have never seen her face
That was so many years ago, the day we fell in love
But we don't credit allergies, or good luck from above
We pay no thanks to frightened mice, or angry buzzing bees -
We're just two people swept together by the gently blowing breeze.
And perhaps we're all just brought together by the gently blowing breeze.
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Live In F***ingdale,
released November 17, 2016
Music and lyrics by Jed Davis
Published by Eschatonality/ASCAP, all rights reserved
Jed Davis: keyboards, vocals
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