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It's A Beautiful Day - White Bird

It's a Beautiful Day was a band formed in San Francisco, California in 1967, the brainchild of violinist David LaFlamme. LaFlamme, a former soloist with the Utah Symphony Orchestra, had previously been in the band Orkustra, and unusually, played a five-string violin. The other members were his wife Linda (keyboards), Pattie Santos (vocals), Hal Wagenet (guitar), Mitchell Holman (bass) and Val Fuentes (drums). Although they were one of the earliest and most important San Francisco bands to emerge from the Summer of Love, It's a Beautiful Day never quite achieved the success of their contemporaries such as The Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane and Santana, with whom they had connections. It's A Beautiful Day created a unique blend of rock, jazz, folk, classical and world beat styles during the seven years the band was officially together. The group's signature song "White Bird" was inspired by the experiences David and Linda LaFlamme had while living in Seattle. In an ironic twist on the band's name, the sad song was partly inspired by Seattle's rainy winter weather. In a later interview, David LaFlamme said: "Where the 'white bird' thing came from ... We were like caged birds in that attic. We had no money, no transportation, the weather was miserable. We were just barely getting by on a very small food allowance provided to us. It was quite an experience, but it was very creative in a way." Lyrics: White bird, in a golden cage, on a winter's day, in the rain. White bird, in a golden cage, alone. The leaves blow, Across the long black road. To the darkened skies, in its rage But the white bird just sits in her cage, unknown. White bird must fly Or she will die White bird, dreams of the aspen trees, with their dying leaves, turning gold. But the white bird just sits in her cage, growing old. White bird must fly or she will die. White bird must fly or she will die. The sunsets come, the sunsets go. The clouds roll by,and the earth turns old. And the young bird's eyes do always glow. She must fly, She must fly, She must fly. White bird, In a golden cage, On a winter's day, in the rain. White bird, In a golden cage alone. White bird must fly or she will die. White bird must fly or she will die. White bird must fly or she will die.