my version of an angry bird . . .
|lyrics by Melissa L. Tatum|
|music by Mary Crowell|
|arranged by Mary Crowell|
|recorded by Three Weird Sisters|
|vocals and piano Mary Crowell|
|vocals and bodhran Brenda Sutton|
|vocals and bass Teresa Powell|
|supplemental vocals, triangle, flute, and guitar Greg Robert|
|recorded and engineered by Greg Robert|
Here’s a preview sample of the song.
The members of the band are also near and dear to me, and they have played a pivotal role in my songwriting career. Brenda and her husband Bill teach a great workshop on songwriting, which I have participated in several times, and Mary Crowell and I are partners in crime, as we collaborated on the tongue-in-cheek song “Beoga, They Break Hearts.” (check out the video on youtube!) Three Weird Sisters play the folk clubs, music fests, gatherings, and conventions near their home base of Atlanta, Georgia. They’ve branched out with appearances as far away as Los Angeles, California, Salt Lake City, Utah, and Columbus, Ohio as the Guests of Honor for OVFF 2001 (the Ohio Valley Filk Fest.), where they were recipients of a Pegasus Award for Best Performer. In 2005, they performed to an enthusiastic audience at the 63rd Annual World Science Fiction Convention in Glasgow, Scotland.
CHORUS: They’ve pruned and shaped and weeded, fertilized throughout the year
The Exhibition weekend has arrived; it’s finally here
The Central Midwest Garden Club’s public Garden Tour
This the thirteenth year won’t be like any one before
Working by the moon light, feathered wings hold garden shears
He’s plotted for so long, his day of vengeance finally here
Today the garden club will rue the day it blackballed him
He’ll show them tacky lower class, he always plays to win
The Jockeys’ house the first stop, green and lovely perfect lawn
It only takes one look to know it’s all gone very wrong
a labradoodle pees just like a racehorse in its prime
The yard’s now striped and spotted; oh, it really is a crime!
Next stop the shapely trees at Lady Dryad’s large estate
It features topiary within the labyrinth and maze
This year was quite a shock, instead of elephants and bears
There’s lots of naughty fairies showing off their derrieres
The tour’s crowning glory Heinrich Gugenhome’s backyard
The waterfall is lovely but his koi are the stars
today the pond is empty ‘cept for fishy skeletons
on the shore a pink flamingo wipes his beak and grins