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Passenger – “Beautiful Birds”

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Guitar and Life

Yes, I admit it. I once said I didn’t like the artist, Passenger because of his voice. How naive again. It seems that once, maybe twice a year, I am forced to deal with the repercussions of my foolish and wasteful ways of thinking.

It was another in the long line of mind-resets that has opened a panorama of music to me, giving me access to a new and vibrant world of sound. This arpeggio-based ode to a mysterious, and painful love is beautifully and elegantly constructed and opens up fully during the bridge that at once, both tears at your soul and invigorates the senses down to the very air that you breathe.

As the music passes you think, yes, be careful of your tendency to pre-suppose. Live with more thought. Be like the music and flow, change, even create, but don’t forget that one should never stray too far from home.

The perfectly assembled harmonic flow mixed with melodic simplicity awakened lyrical prose that is rarely seen anymore. Wonderfully quaint, but biting words mixed with descriptive color schemes, make the merging of these two powerful art forms remind us of our humanity, in the of its light and dark hues.

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Beautiful Birds

Do you remember when we were two beautiful birds?
We would light up the sky when we’d fly.
You were orange and red like the sun when it sets.
I was green as an apple’s eye.
You said you loved all the songs that I’d sing
Like nothing that you’d ever heard.
And I said I loved you with all of my heart,
When we were two beautiful birds.
Do you remember when we were two beautiful birds?
We’d sing when the morning would come.
You were silver and blue like the moon when it’s new,
I was gold as the summer sun.
One day, you asked for a different song.
One that I just couldn’t sing.
I got the melody sharp, and the words all wrong.
Those were the last days of spring.
To build a nest, we pecked feathers from our chests
Like a book tearing out every page.
We weren’t to know that these feathers would grow
Into a beautiful cage.
Indeed, the beauty of heartbreak. It breathes life into the world of art. As promises are rarely kept in this world of maddening human proceedured, we reap the benefits of loves demise.

 

“Beautiful Birds” Guitar Playthrough

-Mark