Yo Soybean

Yo Soybean

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Folk - Alternative | Atlanta, Georgia, United States
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Member Since: 2008
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Song Description

Title track from debut album.

Story Behind the Song

Reflection on a plane crash at a busy intersection in downtown Tallahassee, FL.

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Lyrics

A steel bird crashed its beak at a corner downtown. Swelling sirens followed. It's tail points to the sky and wings at you and I. Feathers of Aluminum.

We all put on our scarves and sweatshirts to march the apocalyptic parade. Travailed from different sides to spectate the attraction, but what are our reasons?

The streets went black that night like New York 77. March to the parade we march to the parade. The pitch black parking lots and the flashing colored lights. March to the parade we march to the dead.

10,000 people all lured to the animal and the beauty of its death. Her body's like a sculpture, fused into the ground by an artist long ago.

We all put on our scarves and sweatshirts to march the apocalyptic parade. Travailed from different sides to spectate the attraction, but what are our reasons?

The streets went black that night like New York 77. March to the parade we march to the parade. The pitch black parking lots and the flashing colored lights. March to the parade we march to the dead.

It became something different. Not a plane or a crane at all. Like an idol from the natives. Not a plane or a crane at all. And we worship it tonight.

The streets went black that night like New York 77. March to the parade we march to the parade. The pitch black parking lots and the flashing colored lights. March to the parade we march to the dead.

A bum spoke of the crash. Said "mama held some eggs," but we just turned our heads.

Song Length
4:06
Genres
Folk - Contemporary, Pop - Alternative
Tempo / Feel
Medium Fast (131 - 150)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Moods
Serene, Pleasant

Subject Matter
Airplanes, Imagination

Similar Artists
Wilco, Leonard Cohen
Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Nick Mallis
Music Credits Nick Mallis
Producer Credits Darian Cornish
Performance Credits Nick Mallis