First Flight
from This Must Be A Place by Jed Davis
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lyrics
In his seat, the anxious little boy
Fumbles with his tiny windowshade
There's a world too big to recognize
There's a first time for everything
And the sky's so blue up here
On the limb, the anxious little bird
Fumbles with his tiny, awkward wings
There's a world too big to recognize
There's a first time for everything
And the sky's so blue up here
Mom and dad are proud of what they made
As the boy pulls down his windowshade
And the bird folds up his wings, but then
As their children sleep, they toss and turn
Thinking, "Wasn't that just me?"
In his seat, the anxious little boy
Annexes lands of whipped-cream cloud
And conquers puzzle-piece terrain
And his mom tries to give him a word
But he pulls away to get his own
On the limb, the anxious little bird
Comes to understand the way of things
Realizing self-sufficiency
And his mom tries to give him a worm
But he pulls away to get his own
Mom and dad are proud of what they made
As the boy pulls down his windowshade
And the bird folds up his wings, but then
As their children sleep, they toss and turn
With the first prod of memory
First tugging of mortality
'Cause to say your hellos is to be your goodbyes
And the end is all that the start implies
That first flight the start of a flight out the door
But without that first, there can't be more.
Fumbles with his tiny windowshade
There's a world too big to recognize
There's a first time for everything
And the sky's so blue up here
On the limb, the anxious little bird
Fumbles with his tiny, awkward wings
There's a world too big to recognize
There's a first time for everything
And the sky's so blue up here
Mom and dad are proud of what they made
As the boy pulls down his windowshade
And the bird folds up his wings, but then
As their children sleep, they toss and turn
Thinking, "Wasn't that just me?"
In his seat, the anxious little boy
Annexes lands of whipped-cream cloud
And conquers puzzle-piece terrain
And his mom tries to give him a word
But he pulls away to get his own
On the limb, the anxious little bird
Comes to understand the way of things
Realizing self-sufficiency
And his mom tries to give him a worm
But he pulls away to get his own
Mom and dad are proud of what they made
As the boy pulls down his windowshade
And the bird folds up his wings, but then
As their children sleep, they toss and turn
With the first prod of memory
First tugging of mortality
'Cause to say your hellos is to be your goodbyes
And the end is all that the start implies
That first flight the start of a flight out the door
But without that first, there can't be more.
credits
from This Must Be A Place,
released September 29, 2023
Produced by Jed Davis
Words and music by Jed Davis, published by Eschatonality/ASCAP
Jed Davis: vocals, synth, piano
Davi Mello: acoustic and electric guitars
Itaiguara Brandão: bass
Sheridan Riley: drums
Additional backing vocals courtesy of Musiversal
Recorded by John Delehanty at Rich Guy Studios, Albany NY
Additional recording by Jed Davis at Pile of Sound and Musiversal
Mixed by Martin Merenyi
Mastered by Chris Hanzsek
Produced by Jed Davis
Words and music by Jed Davis, published by Eschatonality/ASCAP
Jed Davis: vocals, synth, piano
Davi Mello: acoustic and electric guitars
Itaiguara Brandão: bass
Sheridan Riley: drums
Additional backing vocals courtesy of Musiversal
Recorded by John Delehanty at Rich Guy Studios, Albany NY
Additional recording by Jed Davis at Pile of Sound and Musiversal
Mixed by Martin Merenyi
Mastered by Chris Hanzsek
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about
Jed Davis Syracuse, New York
Song designer; founding member of The Hanslick Rebellion, Skyscape, Collider; oblivious to genre, trends and the passage of time.
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