Bird Brain

by Sean Davis Newton

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1.
Gasoline 03:40
I’m ticked off, rattling off things I learned on cable TV I'm a clean shaven, tax evading, dumpster full of lithium grease I'm an acetylene torch, back porch homeowner, I'm a suicide bomber shipped North from Oklahoma Yea I'm the straw man strong man vector for the spread of disease I'm the Narcan lawman walkin top of people with ease Yea I'm the traffic court lawyer, stump speech paranoia, an accelerant in isolated parts of Illinois Yeah, baby I'm gasoline I don't know what I want but you know what I mean Baby I'm gasoline I don't know what I want With a wink and a nod, hush baby you know what I mean I'm the riff raff antivaxer, dropping like the leaves on the trees I'm the pink tax trucker hats, hashtag that's saving the bees I'm a Nazi apologist, bath bomb psychologist, a New Jersey Devil, I'm a comment section novelist I’m gas station nationhood, spreading like a couple of flees I'm a cancel culture, amateur porn watching, Redwood tree I'm the Yankees, the Mets, billion dollar fighter jets, critical race theory hating southern suffragettes I'm a bomb toting, bong smoking patio set, I'm a Keynesian economy, I'm credit card debt I'm an apple pie genocide, I'm the devil below, you think you're safe up North wait til I melt all the snow Yeah baby I'm gasoline I don't know what I want but you know what I mean Baby I'm gasoline I don't know what I want With a wink and a nod, hush Baby I’m gasoline
2.
Snowbirds 03:28
Times change, minds change Why can't things just stay the same? You're a wedge of geese, crumpled up receipts, an impacted wisdom tooth In a month you will be gone, you'll stick your tongue in someone else's roost You'll lose your keys, rest among palm trees, busy reliving your youth But will you come home? Snowbirds don’t have a choice, they know they’re bound to freeze When days get dark and joyless and we shed our leaves Us children will rejoice come spring but some will grieve Times change, minds change Why can’t things just stay the same? A couple paint pot thieves, and a fresh set of sheets, oh how could I refuse? Why leave any song unsung, I'll fill my lungs, and squawk out the good news Another peck on my cheek, with winter on your beak, you're a stick and poke tattoo It won't be long Before you're gone Snowbirds don’t have a choice, they know they’re bound to freeze When days get dark and joyless and we shed our leaves Us children will rejoice come spring but some will grieve Times change, minds change Why can’t things just stay the same? Will you come home? Will you come home? Will you come home? Snowbirds don’t have a choice, they know they’re bound to freeze When days get dark and joyless and we shed our leaves Us children will rejoice come spring but some will grieve Times change, minds change Why can’t things just stay the same? Times change, minds change Why can’t things just stay the same? Why can’t things just stay the same?
3.
Pigeon 03:17
KitKat wrapper stuck in your windpipe In your rafters, eatin garbage in the moonlight Coo coo coo I don’t care for, I don’t care for, I don’t care for you For you Tarred and feathered, having gasoline insights Hiding from the weather, that’s boiling up your egg whites Punch clock noon hour, cigarette butt lunchtime Whatever you can handle, is what's expected just to survive Coo coo coo Coo coo coo I don't care for, I don’t care for, I don’t care for you Eat our trash, we're busy rolling in cash Yeah baby we don't care for you For you For you
4.
Chickadee 03:45
Chickadee, you can eat the berries from my tree Get drunk or abstain, and I'll do the same Chickadee, what about the mess that its leaving It's all over your clothes, thats just how love goes There’s no one you oughta be Losing your flock to see Sing me your melody And I'll take my chances Neglect my finances To sing it with you Chickadee, will you fly me far from my worrisome Family tree, we'll dine on insects and seeds Chickadee, while you're busy dash diving, scurrying Could you get behind, one dance in the pines There’s no one you oughta be Losing your flock to see Sing me your melody And I'll take my chances To hell with circumstances I’ll sing it with you Chickadee, isn't there some pleasure in keeping Your wings open wide, not glued to your sides Chickadee, if I could I'd follow your fanciful Flights to the sea, somehow you stay here with me
5.
Cigarette 03:23
You're rolled tobacco, tuck your leaves in, nuthin left but smoke to breathe into Late night television laughter lighting up the smog long after you You're rolled tobacco, parkade people, hearts not used to beating bitumen Break the skin and drill for oil, wipe it up, is this called closure too Self destruction sold to people, can't afford the drugs you think they use I love it when you give me cancer, fill me up with tar long after you You're rolled tobacco, tucked your leaves in Standby watch your whole world burning You're rolled tobacco keep on breathing In the mess you got yourselves in You're rolled tobacco, tuck your leaves in, standby watch the whole world burning You're rolled tobacco, way of living, cigarette, I can't stop missing you
6.
Loonie 02:49
Loo-loo-loonie Almighty scholar of the skies Almighty dollars in your eyes Loo-loo-loonie Stinking pennies in disguise Snap at kids for saying hi Too-too-toonie Will I ever see you smile Never bare your teeth in style Too-too-toonie Can a rookie run a mile Put off certain death a while Loo-loo-loonie Is there pleasure being kind Even if you are not mine Loo-loo-loonie You have to go away awhile Will you come back before I die?
7.
Magpie 02:11
You say there's something wrong Why don't they talk about it It's stuck in your lungs Just move along without it The black and blue Saliva spittin’ witness Fly off to someone new Take their pets as prisoners Magpie Magpie Magpie Won't ya please forgive us A thousand human lives Dancing in the fountain Junior crowfoot eyes From years too small to count em Someone like you You've lost the right to silence The magpies view Take their song through acts of violence Magpie Magpie Magpie Won't ya please forgive us
8.
Corvidae 04:56
Just off the highway, you were picking the meat from the bone My sweet corvidae, you wash down your breakfast with stones Can you see the other side, with your big black eyes? And your mouth open wide You’ve got lots to say, why are you speaking your song at the floor It's just a phase, you'll soon love your own voice once more Why can't I divine any meaning In your silk-screened cry, that’s endlessly repeating You try to brush aside the smell of carrion flies in uranium mines, it’s stingin Grow old and watch the world pass by from a telephone wire, where you’re sitting You scratch and peck and bite You might say goodbye, but I'll keep on singing Hold your claws in mine My sweet corvidae
9.
Glass Eye 04:16
Guitar, high life, feels fine Mistakes are easily forgiven Wet shoes, cold feet Shut your mouth and keep on livin You want to take me out tonight you never liked my glass Eye eye eye eye eye eye eye My glass, my glass eye eye eye eye eye eye eye My glass, my glass eye eye eye eye eye eye eye My glass, my glass eye Broke down, fed up, divide Join with the police commission No spine, hairline You’re lying through the teeth you’re missing You want to take me out tonight you never liked my glass Eye eye eye eye eye eye eye My glass, my glass eye eye eye eye eye eye eye My glass, my glass eye eye eye eye eye eye eye My glass, my glass eye
10.
Houseflies 02:58
I cried up on the roof You put your shoulder to my forehead I can’t quite tell the truth You know that, and you adored it We are houseflies Drawn in by the mess inside We are houseflies And people make a mess, I guess There’s something selfish in me yet May it go forth unrecorded Be happy every chance I get To let my love go unrewarded We are houseflies Drawn in by the mess inside We are houseflies And people make a mess, I guess
11.
If your bones were a house I would soon burn them down To the ground, cept your nails and your chimney I'll spit on your bedrooms, and roll around in the ash, yea cause Nobody nobody nobody lives there no more It started off you were just tipsy Your rafters they started to bleed After it floods you will shield migrating birds with your insides Are a ghost town that time hollowed out With the help of the swamp grass and leeches They called you unsafe and they all moved away Yea and nobody nobody nobody lives there no more Your water fell victim to commerce Your businesses fell to the ticks People asked why should I bother Propping up your factories When you don't take care of me If your bones were a house I would chew you right down To a mound made of marrow and tundra Something will take your place, your property is pretty cheap these days Yea cuz nobody nobody Nobody nobody Nobody nobody nobody lives there no more

credits

released October 18, 2024

All songs written by Sean Davis Newton
Additional writing by Harry Gregg on Gasoline
Produced, engineered, and mixed by Harry Gregg
Additional engineering by Drew Jurecka
Mastered by Philip Shaw Bova
Cover art and layout by Kyra Heneghan-Smith
Recorded at Riverdale Recorders
Funded by the Edmonton Arts Council

Sean Davis Newton - guitar and voice
Harry Gregg - bass
Brennan Cameron - keys, mandolin, banjo
Brendan Lyons - drums and percussion
Chris Tabbert - electric guitar
Emily Bachynski - background vocals
Andi Vissia - background vocals
Dana Clementine - background vocals
Connor Newton - tenor saxophone
Dave Babcock - baritone and tenor saxophone, bass clarinet
Audrey Ochoa - trombone
Bob Tildsley - trumpet
Alex Valle - flute
Sam Toms - clarinet
Bramwell Park - Banjo
Drew Jurecka - string arrangements and performance
Dana Wylie and Reid Thiel - handclaps

Special thanks:
Harry Gregg, already credited a million times on this record; there is no record without you and Riverdale Recorders. Sean Besse, Daniel Blade, Izaac “Zicky Pitboss” Middleton, Scott Snider, Charles Pickard, Phil Rodda, and Shea Iles; for being the best live band that anyone could ask for. Cameron McLean. Harman, Sherron and Cliff Burns.

Thanks to Mike Plume, for showing me I can lift my leg high enough to piss with the big dogs. To the L&M crew; Adam Hoang, Patrick Tanda, James O’Neill, Mike Shawcross, Greg Ferguson, Connor Stewart, Alex Jumpsen, Alex Valle, Matthew Ketchum, Saundra Ward, Spiros Sakellariou, Ken Eckert, Dean Chalifoux, and Harrison Mortara. Alex Archbold, professional dream chaser. ArtsHub 118 pals. Philip and Mark Muz, and the rest of The Aviary crew, the best live music venue in the whole world. Scott Franchuk at Riverdale Recorders. Jeff MacCallum and the Cups N Cakes Network; wouldn’t be where I am without you, which I’m sure 18000 other bands in Canada would say too.

To Mom and Tom, Dad and Teresa, Connor, Ned, and Jill, and my whole dang family.

And to Kyra; the first person to hear all of these, and my best friend through everything.

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Sean Davis Newton Edmonton, Alberta

Hey folks; my name is Sean Davis Newton. I’m a songwriter. I live in Edmonton, and I have a brand new album coming out this year. It's about birds.

RIYL: Paul McCartney, Pavement, Fiona Apple, Wilco

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