Subject: Lyr Add: MECHANICAL BLACKBIRD (Spinners - UK)
From: Susanne (skw)
Date: 08 May 08 - 06:09 PM

Lindsay, disregard the trolling. Effsee is usually a well-behaved youngster :-).

Here you are:

MECHANICAL BLACKBIRD
(Hoida / Doyle)

Chorus:
To my tweedle-i-eedle-i-eedle-i-a
My tweedle-i-eedle-i-e
I heard the sweet voice of a blackbird
Through a microphone up in a tree

As I walked out across Piccadilly
One evening before it was spring
As the layabouts slept on the benches
A sweet blackbird started to sing

If I was a mechanical blackbird
I wouldn't build my nest out to see (?)
With a microphone heart in my bosom
And my feet welded firmly to a tree

Now the starlings fly out every morning
The pigeons find food where they please
Me and my mechanical blackbird
We are stuck in our own little trees

Now both of us work in the City
He can't even rest after five
Though the sounds that we make can be pretty
It isn't like being alive


As you can see, there's one line I'm not quite sure about. Some notes:

[1967:] When they refurbished Piccadilly Gardens in the centre of Manchester, one of the 'new improvements' was (you're not going to believe it) tape recordings of the song of the blackbirds - all-purpose, all-plastic and weatherproof. (Notes 'Spotlight On The Spinners')