Jazz Owls Quotes

The two of them had fallen into the habit of bartering knowledge whenever she visited. He schooled her in jazz, in bebop and exotic bossa nova, playing his favorites for her while he painted- Slim Gaillard, Rita Reys, King Pleasure, and Jimmy Giuffre- stabbing the air with his brush when there was a particular passage he wanted her to note. In turn, she showed him the latest additions to her birding diary- her sketches of the short-eared owl and American wigeon, the cedar waxwing and late warblers. She explained how the innocent-looking loggerhead shrike killed its prey by biting it in the back of the neck, severing the spinal cord before impaling the victim on thorns or barbed wire and tearing it apart. "Good grief," he'd said, shuddering. "I'm in the clutches of an avian Vincent Price.

Grandfather please stand on the shoulders of my father while he’s deep‐sea fishing Song by Lana Del Rey Overview Lyrics Videos Listen Lyrics Three white butterflies to know you're near I know they think that it took somebody else To make me beautiful, beautiful As they intended me to be But they're wrong I know they think that it took thousands of people To put me together again like an experiment Some big man behind the scenes So I am Frankenstein, black dreams into my song But they're wrong God, if you're near me, send me three white butterflies Or an owl to know know you're listening, sitting while I'm drinking Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father While he's deep-sea fishing for sharks in the Pacific 'Cause I'm good on spirit, warm-bodied A fallible deity wrapped up in white I'm folk, I'm jazz, I'm blue, I'm green Regrettably you're so a white woman But I have good intentions if even I'm one of the last ones If you don't believe me, my poetry and my melodies Feel it in your bones I have good intentions even if I'm one of the last ones Ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah, yeah Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father While he's deep-sea fishing for all the things he's wishing God, if you're near me, send me three white butterflies Or a map to know you're fishing, impart on me your wisdom It took somebody else to make me beautiful Wonderful As they intended me to be But they're wrong Three white butterflies to know you're near