This is a song originally written and performed by a Las Vegas based band called We Gave It Hell.  This is my version of it.  

Anchors (We Gave It Hell) Cover

I feel it's not enough
For the free market to uplift itself
The monetary system has got to go
This cyclical consumption of the paper-virus will kill us all

While you were sitting counting sheep
He was on the run
Our minds have fallen off
Let's get them back

I feel it's not enough
For this paradigm to continue and leave us dry
From profit acquisition 
To peace being a product that's bought and sold

While you were sitting counting sheep
He was on the run
Our minds have fallen off
Let's get them back again

Help me get to Venus
Put me on the Mag-Lev train
Sit with Mr. Fresco
Talk about the day when change comes.

Track Description:  It's about the teachings and philosophy of futurist and social engineer Jacque Fresco, who promotes the economic progression towards a "Resource Based Economy" and the psychological recognition of planet Earth being inherent to all who live on it.  For more info on this ideology visit www.thevenusproject.com.

Ode To Jacque Fresco

In a town of "all or nothing" a sewer with finesse caresses myopic castaways
They wonder where they are, wonder where they lay
The cancer in the desert feeds when you pay

We are the disciples of a mugger with no shame
We are the saliva of a cannibal's estate
We are the obsidian, merciless, the karakul, powerless.

In a playground for the tempted a regimen invades the mind of a nomad's fever
Their disillusioned eyes, looking for a way out
It appears we're all the same now, in a drought 

We are the disciples of a mugger with no shame
We are the saliva of a cannibal's estate
We are the obsidian, merciless, the karakul, powerless, the fool-believer, perilous, the chemical, the restless.

We are we are.....

Track Description:  It's about Las Vegas  (my home town) and my personal take on it as a gambling metropolis as well as the lifestyle and community within it.

Phantom In The Sand

The wasp it enters the cage assuming its reason
an old routine of any student of shame
she slips in her resin to dine on the fey

The resin turns into a seed with every intent to follow
the trend of disease, fevered in crimson shade
So as i wait for it, the kismet, the fated verbal-sadism to sink in
my doubts they shake hands with the cancer
let the game begin

Slowly it takes hold
and i wither in shallow breath for i, the whitefly aphid, lost control
seemingly an anchor, knowingly the wave.

Track Description:  Taken literally, it's about the corrosive relationship between a wasp and a Whitefly Aphid (type of spider).  In particular, the event in where a female wasp (an asexual organism) implants her unfertilized eggs, (if wanting to produce a male egg) through the means of an injection from her stinger, into a living Whitefly Aphid.  Over time the new infant wasps, after development has been completed, slowly eat the Whitefly Aphid from the inside out subsequently killing it.

Whitefly Aphid

Voices around my head
Born from a universe of some bordem and life impaired
Mucous aligned with sticks that beat on my oxygen
But I'm armed with a cicatrix tonight
I'm fighting back yeah

Hang on oh myriad of angels inside my head
Ooh treat me like you do
Let your knowledge out
Stand up and say it loud
Ooh treat me like you do and i'll do the same for you

Dull conversation lies on paranoia's side
Lock in, shallow on overdrive
Give me a whisper I can choke on
Surrounded by your intakes your lullabies
It's all a game I hate to lose
I owe you nothing, nothing to prove
Armed with a cicatrix tonight
Nothing to hide

Chorus X2

Track Description:  It's about standing up for who you are as an individual and being true to yourself regardless of how difficult it can be in certain situations.

Armed With A Cicatrix

In a network filled with the C.E.O narcotic intention
Displays an army of inebriated buffoons 
With nothing more to do but live and let live in a fabricated scene
Which the public mistakes and intakes as "reality" T.V 
You know...

All hail the imperial idiots on the air
Here's to you rayon, you've won the eyes of many
Say goodnight my love and i'll sing it without a care
Here's to you rayon, just know that you'll never catch me

What a shame that the static beast has taken the eyes of every
Deflated cretin who has potential to be great
And rid itself of all this nonsense and offend the intentional descend of society
Realize that this bullshit is make believe

Chorus

The wheels turn this madness of the age 
and we just sit and smile along the way

Chorus X2

Track Description:  It's about the idiocy that is the abundant, voluntary/involuntary, (depending on how you look at it) consumption of reality T.V and how it affects and shapes society.

Imperial Idiots

This cage overlooking city lights 
Shelters a bird that needs to fly

Eyes on the air
I'm ravenous for some release
Carry on dear

These fortunate labors leave me denied
Wings holding iron, inmate defined

Eyes on the air
I know there'll be no soon release
Carry on dear
So carry on dear

Track Description:  It's about the need of escape from current surroundings.

Wings Holding Iron

She said to me "I'm running"
"My floruit, censored, brought me to my knees."
She said to me "I'm leaving"
Extant memories of counting "nevers" never seemed to be
 
So I surrender!!
Im sorry I let you down, I am
But it makes me tired mistaking everything that I am
So I surrender to your will
 
She said to me "you're dying"
And I'm the antigen that brought you to your knees
She said to me it will be over soon
This system you pocess will soon die from your idiocracy
 
So I surrender!!
I'm sorry you let me down, I am
But it made me weaker, taking everything that I am
More than ever I've fallen into your hands, I have
 
Angels of the commoner
These letters from the Arbiter are begging us to say
Don't go away
 
Be good to yourself X4

Track Description:  Written in the form of a love song, it's about the evacuation of the Statue of Liberty, and everything it figuratively stands for, told from the point of view of the Statue of Liberty and the U.S.

Letters From The Arbiter

I see the people laughing
Image seldom or as it seems
Absent of money
Love is all they need
Soldiers as they walk to work
Thankful for the chains they feed
"This money of which we gave birth will kill us in the end", they plead
Imagine that
 
Give your heart to someone dear
Rid the host and shed the fear
Doctors put your clipboards down
There is nothing wrong in whats done here
So many people live to try
To "cure the fag" or watch them die
Believing they'll forever burn
For loving one without concern
Imagine that
 
Emrace this social intercom
Hold the world within your palm
Frantic when the systems down
People asking "can you hear me now"
Friends all gathered in their means
Faces down as they proceed
To exercise their verbal bounds
Exchanging words without a sound
Imagine that
 
James Verone was of his word
He had no job, was uninsured
Bruised and broke but of sound mind
Tried to seek repair but all declined
He then walked into an RBC Bank
Robbed it for $1, his freedom sank
Now since he's two year prison bound
I guess the doctor will see him now
Imagine that
 
Life is now this enterprise
A business without compromise
Lead by the corporate interpol
For riches and for mass control
Uniforms that put us down
Herding you and I around
Sometimes the badge will let you go
But that all depends on who you know
Imagine that
 
I see the people laughing
Image seldom or as it seems
Absent of money
Love is all they need
Imagine that

Track Description:  It's about numerous events and subsequent feelings regarding the said events that have happened and that are currently happening.  Each verse is about something different but yet relates, as an entirety, with the song as a whole.  In order, the verse descriptions are as follows: The struggles of many as we live today in a monetary system, the promotion and my favor of equal rights for homosexuals, social networking and the malpractice of modern technology, the arrest of James Verone and the police state of which we live in as well as the connections needed to evade criminal punishment.

Imagine That

Flight Of The Moth

Birdwu

Indie Rock
Rock
Progressive Rock
Experimental Rock
Rock Electronic
Orchestral
Tribal
Electronic
Trip Hop
Acoustic
Electro-Acoustic
Electro-Folk
Folk

Portland, OR

Websites:
Official:  www.soundcloud.com/birdwu
YouTube:  www.youtube.com/BiRdWumusic

Birdwu Contact · shaun.e.south@gmail.com
Booking Contact · shaun.e.south@gmail.com

Birdwu is a singer-songwriter/composer who currently lives in Portland, OR.  This project came to be back in 2009 with the release of his first album "Cubic Zoo". This was then followed by the release of his second album "Flight of the Moth" in 2013.  Both albums can be found and purchased on itunes, amazon, cdbaby, and soundcloud amongst other venues.  His musical style blends Indie Rock, Rock, Progressive Rock, Orchestral, Tribal, Electronic, Acoustic and Folk.  The lyrical content varies and covers a wide spectrum of topics.  As for now, he performs his material unplugged and raw in order to shed a different light on his work.