Yo! This song popped in my head, so i went on a mission to find it on old hard drives. Here's a rare unreleased track that Chris Coe and I recorded in 2007
I am the dead bird. I am the little swallow at the Happy Prince's feet. I am Johnathan Livingston Seagull. The ghost of the albatross, just above the masthead. I am the dead bird. I am flight, realized, at terminal velocity; 5,000 red-wings down in Arkansas, turtle doves in England, family worldwide, turning back at the gates... rushing the gates from the inside. I am freedom, its illusion stolen, the idea someone you love has passed, ill omens on the way to work, tires where wings should be. I am the dead bird. The Augury disturbed, I am.
I think the next LHDB track should be a straight up old school like 40 second long harcore punk rock joint where we just scream as many digits of Pi as will fit.
and we'll call it: We're So Fucking Avante-Guarde We Spit Numbers Like Its Hard