Bird, Andrew - Lazy Projector Lyrics




If memory serves us, then who owns the master
How do we know who's projecting this reel
And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster
Tell me how long til the paint starts to peel

Is it like Pyramus or Apollo or an archer we don't know
Though history repeats itself, and time's a crooked bow
Come on tell us something we don't know

Now who's the best boy and the casting director
And the editor splicing your face from the scene
It's all in the hands of a lazy projector
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine

They say all good things must come to an end
Everyday the night must fall
How it all came to this, I simply can't recall
Too many cooks in the kitchen
How the mighty must fall

But I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
Breaking up at all

And it's all in the hands of a lazy projector
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine





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Bird, Andrew Lazy Projector Comments
  1. Ícaro

    El infinito está más cerca de lo que intuyes... Bird es una obra de arte. Maravillosa. Siempre me emociona. Siempre. Thx de corazón

  2. brad

    This song means so much to me. During one of the darkest periods in my life, when I was contemplating suicide regularly and was also ending one of my longest romantic relationships, I used to sing along with this album in the car while driving to visit a therapist. This song in particular, though, would find me sitting in stunned silence, often as I was just arriving at the therapist's office.
    A lot of bittersweet memories from a very difficult time in my life are invoked when I hear this song. It connects me to an old and hardened part of myself. It's wonderful.

  3. Michael J. K.

    He'll be at Bonnarooooo this year !

  4. Joe T

    Been with you for years Andrew. I hope to one day meet you in a suitable setting which would include a recording session at your barn house. Not a stalker just someone who recognises your cross-universalistic effervescent presence