Songs for Birds and Bats

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released April 12, 2019

Music and lyrics by Allan and Barb Vest
Produced and recorded by Allan Vest
Mixed by Allan Vest and Wes Sharon at 115 Recording
Mastered by Wes Sharon at 115 Recording
Artwork by Grant Fuhst

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doubleVee is Allan Vest (ex-Starlight Mints) and Barb Vest. New EP "Songs for Birds and Bats" out now! Limited edition CDs via doubleVee.net.

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Track Name: Map the Channels
Two goons flying through the schoolyards.
With rotating eyes, we stretch fourteen miles.
White lightning chewing through the blue rain
as we unconsciously throw our wings on the ground.

(Please don’t tell anybody)
If you know,
4-3-2-1
we may implode (although the odds are low/odds are at zero.)
You will see us,
frame by frame we burn into the heart of the moon...parlez vous!

We are the birds, we are the bats.
We have the number one ability to make you understand that future man,
will fly again.
We have the empathy and chemistry but only speak to you because we’re

gliding, bang bashing on the rooftops (oooh, oooh, oooh-ooh.)
Yeah, this shiny metal, clad like armadillos.
We’re flapping through echoes in the forecast... (oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh)
playing star patrol,
doing one-eighty, one-eighty, one-eighty...maybe a little bit slower.

If you go,
4-3-2-1
losin’ control (although the odds are low/the odds are at zero.)
As you’re falling (like dominos)
frame by frame we burn because we’re...
we’re coming home
we're coming home.

Oooh....

Won’t take your satellites away,
but like before we’ll keep it safe.
Yeah, we’ve got a plan to map the channels.

Within this lonely biosphere,
where only precious few appear...
latitude, altitude, parlez-vous!

We are the birds, we are the bats.
We have the number one ability to make you understand that future man,
will fly again,
we have the empathy and chemistry but only speak to you.

We are the birds, (we are the birds) we are the bats (we are the bats).
We have the number one ability to make you understand that future man (that future man),
will fly again (will fly again),
we have the empathy and chemistry but only speak the truth and to you.

We are the birds, (we are the birds) we are the bats (we are the bats).
We have the number one ability to make you understand that future man (that future man),
will fly again (will fly again),
we have the empathy and chemistry but only speak the truth and to you.
Track Name: Ladder for the People
Yes, life was sweet for the king
til he finally took a peek at his enemy.

“Look through the peephole
All I see is ropes and swings
Holding these people
clinging to their hopeless schemes.”

Yes, life was peachy for the king
But the light in the woods brought him to his knees.

“Look through the keyhole,
all I see is Saturn’s rings...
circling the people...
they’ll crown you with a clever life, you better get it right.”

The left kind of people are the right kind of people
with the right kind of people jumping through the loopholes.
But everybody wants to be a ladder for the people
So they keep a broken ladder by the rooftop door.

“Look through the keyhole
All I see is tricks and flames
Warning these people,
Running with their hopes and dreams.”
(everybody's running with their dreams)

Yeah, the left kind of people are the right kind of people
With the right kind of people jumping through the loopholes
But everybody wants to be a ladder for the people
So they’re leaving all their wishes on the basement floor.

Oooh...

Circling, all he sees is bubbling
as we pour the wine, it’s nothing but a remedy
for the one who climbs the anchor.
Ahhhhh...ahhhh....

Yes, life was sweet for the king
'til he finally took a peek at his legacy.

The left kind of people are the right kind of people
with the right kind of people jumping through the loopholes.
But everybody wants to be a ladder for the people
so they keep a broken ladder by the rooftop door.

The left kind of people are the right kind of people
with the right kind of people jumping through the loopholes.
But everybody wants to be a ladder for the people
So they’re leaving all their wishes on the basement floor.
Track Name: Goldstar Redux
Itchin' like a subway dog,
I was lookin' for the next train on.
When suddenly she says to me, “Are you my treasure star?”
Har har har.
Har har har.

She was kooky like some girl from Mars,
so I asked her where she got that part.
So wonderfully she whispered to me... 'shoot me.'
“Hey there, Mr. Slim, you better watch your back when the train comes in.”
And then we rolled up town like majesty
she talked of plain imagery.
But when our secret words collide
she tried to shoot me with her
goldstar gun.

She could crawl out,
like mystery.
It felt so weird when she looked at me.
I wouldn't care,
I couldn't sin.
I turn around again.

Yes then we rolled up town like majesty
H.U.S.H.M.E.
Until those evil worlds collide...
She's gonna put her little finger 'round that
Goldstar!
goldstar gun.
goldstar gun.
Goldstar!
goldstar gun.
goldstar gun.
goldstar gun.
Track Name: Landlord of the Flies
You choose the song.
I’ll choose the song.
We can’t go wrong.
This is the one.

We we
We will not be
we won’t be forgotten cause we’re not on the team
be forgotten.
So push the button,
it’s scanning you.

Maybe the sea’s on fire
burning your last empire.

To be so free you must admit or
untie the elements (happy)
and she’ll be happy to play (to play.)

Spinning on the wires of the buyers of opinion
spinning on the wires of the liars of opinion.

Shady affairs
through periscope lens.

(And then they spin)
Spinning on the wires of the buyers of opinion,
(defending him.)
spinning on the wires of the liars of opinion.
Keeping the faith, temporary.

You choose the song.
I’ll choose the song.
What could go wrong.
Indecisions.

We we, we will not be forgotten ‘cause we’re not on the team
behind the fountain.

Who rules like a swine with his old-fashioned drawl from the Bronze Age.
Who’s losing the cause as we snack on that chip on his shoulder.

Landlord of the flies.

Shady affairs
through periscope lens.

(And then they spin,)
Spinning on the wires of the buyers of opinion,
(defending him.)
spinning on the wires of the liars of opinion

In temporary dreams.
In temporary dreams.

Who rules like a swine with his old-fashioned drawl from the Bronze Age.
Who’s losing the cause as we snack on that chip on his shoulder.

Landlord of the flies.

Shady affairs
through periscope lens.

(And then they spin,)
Spinning on the wires of the buyers of opinion,
(defending him.)
spinning on the wires of the liars of opinion.

In temporary dreams.
In temporary dreams.

You choose the song.
I’ll choose the song.
We can’t go wrong.
This is the one.

We will not be forgotten,
so push the button
this is the one.
Track Name: Last Castaways
When I am sober I’ll break out a blowtorch
and make us a golden clover.
We’ll free the stations of water invasions,
dawn til we set our exploders.
We’ll find devotion to dismantle oceans...
we’ll be the last castaways.

When I am sober, will you still swim over (will you still swim over)
now that I saved you a shoulder.
(We'll feed the sunshine)
We’ll feed the sunshine with water and red wine,
dawn 'til we fetch our decoders (fetch our decoders.)
With our devotion, we’ll sail the oceans,
we’ll be the last castaways.

(Will you still swim over?)

(Without devotion)
Without devotion, we’ll sail the oceans...
we’ll be the last to cast away.

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