Girlyman

What a beautiful show! At the famous WXPN Live at the World Cafe, at slightly awkward tables with dozens of Swatties from various eras, all quite lovely company.
This song just stopped my heart:


The harmonies these three churn out are really something, and the gender-stuff and really good stage banter and touching lyrics... yeah, I'm a fan.
And this song, well, I need to know the story behind it. Needless to say I take it quite personally.

Sunday Morning Bird
by Ty Greenstein
(© 2006)
Little Sunday morning bird yelling at me to wake up
Screaming at the top of its blue lungs, at the top of its blue lungs
Northern New Mexico feeling like the driest of dry land
Keeps that Rio grand

I've been wondering, wondering, waiting for you
Since the day you came through
Fare thee well, every day I do

You're that stretch of spaceship houses on the mesa past the bridge
So far off the grid
You're a score of a score inside of some great opera years gone by
You are given to goodbyes

Now and now and now I'm losing
Always chasing, always choosing you
In the car the car because you always go back to what you know
Feel that tailwind blow
Thursday Sunday morning thinking nothing's gonna get me to give up
Baby no such luck