• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Wraith Pinned To The Mist (And Other Games) - Of Montreal
• Tulip Baroo - Of Montreal
• Tim I Wish You Were Born a Girl - Of Montreal
• The You I Created - Of Montreal
• Penelope - Of Montreal
• Old People in the Cemetery - Of Montreal
• Old Familiar Way - Of Montreal
• Kid Without Claws - Of Montreal
• Just Recently Lost Something of Importance - Of Montreal
• Joseph and Alexander - Of Montreal
• Jacques Lamure - Of Montreal
• It's a Very Starry Night - Of Montreal
• Isn't It Nice - Of Montreal
• If You Feel You Must Go, Don't Go! - Of Montreal
• I'd Be A Yellow Feathered Loon - Of Montreal
• Gronlandic Edit - Of Montreal
• Christmas Is Only Good If You're Not an Animal - Of Montreal
• Cast In the Haze (Been There Four Days) - Of Montreal
• Art Snob Solutions - Of Montreal
• A Man's Life Flashing Before His Eyes While He and His Wife Drive Off a Cliff Into the Ocean - Of Montreal
• The Events Leading Up to the Collapse of Detective Dulllight - Of Montreal
• She's A Rejecter - Of Montreal
• Malefic Dowery - Of Montreal
• Labyrinthian Pomp - Of Montreal
• I Can't Stop Your Memory - Of Montreal
• Look at the Bell - Of Montreal
• Sink The Seine - Of Montreal
• At Night Trees Aren't Sleeping - Of Montreal
• Everyday Feels Like Sunday - Of Montreal
• Buried With Me - Of Montreal
• You Are an Airplane - Of Montreal
• So Begins Our Alabee - Of Montreal
• Predictably Sulking Sara - Of Montreal
• Requiem For O.M.M.2 - Of Montreal
• Lysergic Bliss - Of Montreal
• You've Got a Gift - Of Montreal
• We Were Born The Mutants Again With Leafling - Of Montreal
• Will You Let Me Into Your Dream? - Of Montreal
• When You're Loved Like You Are - Of Montreal
• When a Man Is In Love With a Man - Of Montreal
• Was Your Face a Head in the Pillow Case? - Of Montreal
• Will You Come and Fetch Me? - Of Montreal
• Upon Settling on the Frozen Island, Lecithin Presents Claude And Coquelicot With His Animal Creations For Them To Approve - Of Montreal
• True Friends Don't Want to Do Things Like That - Of Montreal
• Sleeping In the Beetle Bug - Of Montreal
• The World Keeps Going Round - Of Montreal
• The Properties Of Mimi Merlot - Of Montreal
• The Problem with April - Of Montreal
• The Hopeless Opus or the Great Battle of the Unfriendly Ridiculous - Of Montreal
• The Party's Crashing Us - Of Montreal
• The Inner Light - Of Montreal
• The Hollow Room - Of Montreal
• The Gay Parade Outro - Of Montreal
• The Actor's Opprobrium - Of Montreal
• Springtime Is the Season - Of Montreal
• spoonful of sugar - Of Montreal
• Rose Robert - Of Montreal
• Please Tell Me So - Of Montreal
• Panda Bear - Of Montreal
• Pancakes For One - Of Montreal
• Oslo In The Summertime - Of Montreal
• One of a Very Few of a Kind - Of Montreal
• On the Drive Home - Of Montreal
• Let's Go For a Walk - Of Montreal
• I Was Watching Your Eyes - Of Montreal
• Nicki Lighthouse - Of Montreal
• My Friend Will Be Me - Of Montreal
• I Was Never Young - Of Montreal
• My Darling, I've Forgotten - Of Montreal
• Montreal Makes Me Sad Again - Of Montreal
• Montreal - Of Montreal
• Lethecin's Tale of a DNA Experiment That Went Horribly Awry - Of Montreal
• Katie and Caroline - Of Montreal
• I Was a Landscape In Your Dream - Of Montreal
• Kissing in the Grass - Of Montreal
• Julie the Mouse - Of Montreal
• Jennifer Louise - Of Montreal
• It's Easy to Sleep When You're Dead - Of Montreal
• Ira's Brief Life as a Spider - Of Montreal
• In the Army Kid - Of Montreal
• In Dreams I Dance with You - Of Montreal
• Honeymoon in San Francisco - Of Montreal
• Doing Nothing - Of Montreal
• Disconnect The Dots - Of Montreal
• If I Faltered Slightly Twice - Of Montreal
• Hello From Inside a Shell - Of Montreal
• Death of a Shade of a Hue - Of Montreal
• Go Call You Mine - Of Montreal
• Fun Loving Nun - Of Montreal
• Forecast Facist Future - Of Montreal
• Family Nouveau - Of Montreal
• Eros' Entropic Tundra - Of Montreal
• Don't Ask Me To Explain - Of Montreal
• Cutie Pie - Of Montreal
• Butterscotching Mr. Lynn - Of Montreal
• City Bird - Of Montreal
• Chrissy Kiss the Corpse - Of Montreal
• An Introduction For Isabell - Of Montreal
• An Ode to the Nocturnal Muse - Of Montreal
• An Erroneous Escape Into Erik Eckles - Of Montreal

Let's have bizarre celebrations
Let's forget who forget what forget where
We'll have bizarre celebrations
I'll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride being stripped bare
Let's pretend we don't exist
Let's pretend we're in Antartica
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Let's have bizarre celebrations
Lets forget when forget what forget how
We'll have bizarre celebrations
We'll play Tristan and Izolde but make sure I see white sails
Let's pretend we dont exist
Let's pretend we're in anarctica
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Maybe I'll never die
I'll just keep growing younger with you
And you'll grow younger too
now it seems too lovely to be true
but I know the best things always do
let's pretend we don't exist
let's pretend we're in Antartica

Tulip Baroo Tulip Baroo
The magnetic rollerskater wears a bonnet of blue
Bonnet of blue
Tulip Baroom though you are four walls
You don't make a room don't make a room
I caught you
covered in tinsel
Bouncing your eyeballs off a pinstripe piano
Don't you think
that I get lonely too?
Tulip Balanc Tulip Balanc
The mouse caught in the hubcap
Goes clanky clank clank
Clanky clank clank
Tulip Barance the turtle necked boatman
Does the plum dance does the plum dance
I caught you disguised as a man with a mustache
Selling secrets to a canned tomato
Don't you think that I get lonely too?
Tulip Baroo Tulip Baroo
I don't know what to make of you
You're in charge of every coup
that the feds set out to do
Tulip Baroo Tulip Baroo
There's an island off of Spain
Where it's snowing out of season
and they claim its cause of you
Tulip Baroo
Tulip Baroob Tulip Baroob
The underhanded grocer is soaking a tube
Soaking a tube
Tulip Baraw the ground split wide open
Like a musical saw musical saw

Tim, wish you were born a girl,
So I could've been your boyfriend.
I know it's not possible now.
I just never met a girl I like half as much as you.
And we could lay around in bed, stay there all day,
Or at least until the afternoon
And I could make you spaghetti with tomato sauce
With just a touch of oregano and a parsley stem.
And then when you got sick,
I could take the day off work.
I could've made you chicken soup,
And we could watch soap operas
- oh, those TV dramas!
I could catch your cold
and you could take care of me.
If I could've met you at school, or met you at work,
It would have changed everything.
Those years of losing, confusion and insecurity,
They would have been shared,
they would have been easier.
Tim, wish you were born a girl, wish you were born a girl.
So I could've been your fiancé.
I'm not saying you can't be all these things for me,
But it's just not the same because you're a man,
and so am I.

It's hard to know exactly
when my dreams got weird
I tense up and get antsy when you're near
But nightly you appear to me
ghostly in my head
but I never can remember what you said
It must be something reassuring
something sweet and kind
something you would never say in real life
Where does it go in the morning
It slipped out of my hand
Eating breakfast with my other thoughts
away from wakeful lands
Where is the you I created
the you that I adore?
When my eyes are open I don't see you anymore
It's hard for me to fathom
that you disappeared
and turned into exactly what I feared
But every night you sing to me
when my eyes are closed
But I never can remember how it goes
It must be something undeserving
only in my mind
Something you would never sing on your time
It disappears without warning
It shifts like grains of sand
Galavanting with some other dreams
I didn't understand
Where is the you I created
the you that I adore?
When my eyes are open I don't see you anymore
But nightly you appear to me
ghostly in my head
but I never can remember what you said

Penelope shoot the apple off my head I need to go to the store to get some sleep. Because I've run out of sleep. The row boat came so David stopped arguing with a mime and waved his arms like wheat. But when he tried to speak the Prince of Plum fell through the roof of his mouth and handed David an envelope inside was a letter that read 'sir, you were given this envelope by mistake please disregard it' Nicolynn shoot the candle off my head I need to go to the store to get some beets. To rub all over my feet. Andy's joke reminded Gerard that his sloth balloon was owned by Turkish moths. Gerard's Lebanese boss had sent him out on business giving his word that he would keep it looked in the safe but it was all deceit cause once he had the sloth balloon he traded it to the moths for a lithograph of 'Lady Lamenting On A Lawn Chair'. What interested Balabanoba was building complicated French machines. designed to better enjoy the duchess, and she him. He helps her in the stirrups then he straps himself in they spend their days in heights of ecstasy. but wait why then does she look so sad? Why is her countenance so glum? Does she tire of mechanical hands or is she pining for the fair Prince of Plum? Lulubird shoot the doorbell off my head I need to go to the store to get some treats. For Gothe,Becket and Keates. The characters of the 'Gay Parade' formed a boys choir with Static and the Red King. But whenever they sing all postal workers simultaneously whisper to themselves the word calendar calendar

Old people in the cemetery
what must they be thinking of?
must be frightening must be scary
to visit the grave of a close friend
who was the same age as you when they died
There's nothing precious about
old people in the cemetery
reciting bible passages
unprepared to come to terms with
the fact that we're all food for worms
what do they think a prayer
could make a difference now?
There's nothing sadder than
an old woman in the cemetery
picking leaves off of her husbands tomb
Knowing that her only wish is
that she will die and join him soon
It's so sad to see them all just wither away,
there's nothing sadder then old people like that
It must be hard to relate
after the world of your youth
totally evaporates
Old men in the cemetery
lurking like faint shadows of the dead
gazing down at mother's plot
and longing to be there instead
it's a dreary fate and
no one should have to be as depressing
as old people like that

Neither the flowers on the hill
or the moonlight on the sea
Have ever looked so blue
And everything looks new again
In that old familiar way
The view from my room
of the ships on the bay
Had come to bore me through and through
But they suddenly seem new again
In that old familiar way
The delicate ballet of blossoms falling off a tree
Had long gone unnoticed by me
I'm stunned by what now I finally see
It's amazing the wonders you can find
Just by stepping outside
There's a skip in my step a divine state of joy
In everything I do
Cause I am feeling new again
In that old familiar way
When I'm awoken from my dreams
by a cuckoo on the roof
I always join in too
And every sound sounds new again
In that old familiar way
The life I used to know
when I was busy always on the go
Left me with nothing to show
Now I feel that I can honestly say
I'm living a suitable life
I'm glad I finally got it right
Welcome to the Gay Parade

If you have any flaws we haven't noticed them
there is nothing at all you are lacking in Louis Kabu
We are looking at you and we see an august gentleman
Miss Birdy concurs and she'll say so openly
through an ear horn in gentrified eboniks she purrs
"Monsieur Louis I adore you,I just adore you"
Everything you attempt always ends in success
and everyone that you meet always leaves feeling blessed
Louis Kabu we are looking at you
and you know that I remember when we first met your kid
It was in Chinatown
she was a cute lost little orphan
so we gave her a home
I could travel the world
and yet still fail to see a soul
that is half as kind or as fancy free as Louis Kabu
We are looking at you
and you know that I remember when we first met the kid
it was in Chinatown she was a cute lost little orphan
so we gave her a home
Now I haven't a qualm
in declaring that there is no one at all
quite as caring as Louis Kabu
we are looking at you and we see a dashing gentleman
Miss Nico bemoans cause you love Bird more then her
but when you deign to allow her a visit she avers
"Monsieur Louis I adore you I just adore you"
If you have any claws we haven't noticed them
there is nothing at all you are lacking in Louis Kabu
no no not our Louis Kabu

Look who's talking to their shadow like one who hasn't got a friend
Like somebody with a broken heart that is never gonna mend
Look who's walking through the night in the rain like one who's under a spell
Like somebody with alot on their mind, but no one to tell
Everyone you see seems so happy and carefree
They've found someone to love, but you are alone
Look who's flipping through the photographs of those happier days
Only losing something beautiful could make a person feel this way
Everyone you see seems so happy and carefree
They've found someone to love, but you are alone
Look who's talking to their shadow like one who hasn't got a friend
Like somebody with a broken heart that is never gonna mend...

Joseph and Alexander ride their flaming swans
above Miss Dovepost and her loudmouth niece
who had a fear of geese and who even in a corset
looked remarkably obese
Joseph and Alexander redirect their swanis left
to take a gander at the funnel nosed threes
in the Pekinese trees
who are normally a nervous sort
but now seem quite at ease
Joseph and Alexander are brothers and best friends
the wonderful adventures that they share together never end
Be sure to send a smile for me and Dave
to wherever they're pretending to be
I hope they keep a journal
and take lots of photographs
of all the funny things they see
Joseph and Alexander
approach the nest of the speckled salamander
who with utmost care is knitting thermal underwear
She smiles and hollers up
"These are for my grandchildren to wear"
Joseph and Alexander feeling tuckered
now decide to meander back into their beds
and kiss their swanis on the head
but before going to sleepy land
Joseph turned and said
"Aggats, I love you"
Alexander yawned and said
"Joseph me too I love you"

Jacques Lamure is a
volunteer fireman
He longs to give his life
Saving a nice old man and his wife
When their house is
filled with flames
Earning him honor and fame
Jacques Lamure is a foreman
at a clock factory
He wishes he were boss
So he could fire that scoundrel William Moss
Who always puts him down
When Megan Blanchard is around
He told himself last year
that when springtime was here
He would suddenly appear at Meg's door
He'd rent a mariachi band and respectfully demand
His dear Meg to take his hand
And to be his forever more
But of course he didn't dare
and pretended not to care
About the insult or the loss
When he found out she'd married William Moss
Jacques Lamure goes to see a show
every other Friday night
He likes the westerns best
He'd rather be a sheriff with a gold star on his chest
Than that weird guy who never says a word
And when spoken to pretends he hadn't heard
He realized one day that he didn't have to stay
That he could move as far away as planes could fly
He chuckled as he mused
About the people who had rused him
And how shocked and confused that they would be
When he says goodbye and never turns around
Never returns to that miserable town
Then as weeks passed he soon did find
This move had greatly improved his state of mind

it's a very starry night though the moon's not very bright.
it's a very attractive sight this fair and starry night.
it's a very starry night watching barristers in flight see them disappear from sight on this fair and starry night.
though i'm by myself i am not alone
there are lots of little creatures who calls this their home
and i am so loose i'm not afraid to say
i don't know what is keeping my body from just floating away.
it's a very starry night watching solicaters in flight.
see them hovering like kites on this fair and starry night.
though i'm by myself i am not alone.
there are lots of little creatures who call this their home
and i am so loose i'm not afraid to say
i don't know what is keeping my body form just floating away.
it's a very starry night.

Isn't it nice living out in the country?
It's so nice for us to have a place
off in our own space with no one to mind
there's Old Cranky the elderly lady next door
who accuses us of burning down her barn
it's so different out here
one thing I've learned is that you never interfere
with Old Cranky's bales of hay
Isn't it nice living out in the country?
It's so nice for us to have a place
off in our own space with no one to mind
there's Larry our alcoholic neighbor at ten a.m.
asking for a ride to the liquor store
it's so different out here
one thing I've learned is that
you never buy Larry beer
or else he'll bug you everyday
it's a long and winding road to our house
so if you come to see us take it slow
take it slow anyway when you come
you will know why we stay so far
from the city lights
we don't miss a thing from the city
it's good to drop out you should try it
come take a walk at night it's so quiet
you should try it
there's Martin and his friend with the Thug Life tattoo
looking menacing while landscaping the lawn
it's so different out here
one thing I've learned is to be cautious of the deer
they don't care if they die
it's a long and winding road to our house
so if you come to see us take it slow
take it slow
anyway when you come you will know
why we stay so far from the city lights
we don't miss a thing from the city
it's good to drop out you should try it
come take a walk at night it's so quiet
you should try it
Isn't it nice living out in the country?
It's so nice for us to have a place

I love you completely.
Please I don't want you to go, though are not content here with me, and you feel
you must go.
How could I lose you so fast?
How come our love did not last?
How come I waited my whole lonely life for you, just for you to leave me lonely
too?
I love you completely
My dear, I wanted you to know, throughout this big world nobody else has loved
someone so.
I tried to live a life of beauty
I tried to love you truly
I tried to hold in my arms, but you slipped right through me.
I never knew venus to be so moody.
I love you
I tried to live a life of beauty
I tried to love you truly
I tried to hold in my arms, but you slipped right through me.
I never knew venus to be so moody.
I love you completely.
Please I don't want you to go, though are not content here with me, and you feel
you must go, that you must go.. Oh please, don't go!

I'd be a yellow feathered loon for you baby
Be a German shepherd on the moon for you baby
Be a granulated spoon
for you baby
I'd be a camper in a photograph for you
Then when the sun has set
romantic times have passed
And our conversations are a bore
I'll become a different man
So you can get to know me again
I'd be a rubberbanded flute for you baby
Be an union parachute for you baby
Be a baby that's a mute for you baby
I'd be an insecurity in a Tibetan's head for you
Then when the sun has set
romantic times have passed
And our conversations are a chore
I'll become a different man
So you can get to know me again
I'd be a uniform on an imbecile for you
If you want me to die trying I will die to please you
I'd be a pepperminted rook for you baby
Be an unhappy organ donor's book for you baby
Be a straw covered in scum and gook for you baby
I'd be a wrestler in a tuxedo shirt for you
I'd be an antacid with a brown wig on for you

Nihilists with good imaginations
I am satisfied hiding in our friend's apartment
Only leaving once a day to buy some groceries
Daylight, I'm so absent minded, nighttime meeting new anxieties
So am I erasing myself? Hope I'm not erasing myself
I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a God
But which one, which one do I choose?
All the churches filled with losers, psycho or confused
I just want to hold the divine in mine
And forget, all of the beauty's wasted
Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant, say it
We fell back to earth like gravity's bitches, bitches
Physics makes us all its bitches
I guess it would be nice to help in your escape
From patterns your parents designed
All the party people dancing for the indie star
But he's the worst faker by far in the set
I forget, all of the beauty's wasted
I guess it would be nice
Show me that things can be nice
I guess it would be nice
Show me that things can be nice
You've got my back in the city
You've got my back 'cause I don't want to panic
You've got my back in the city

I got dolls with silk and sashes then I tore
Out their eyelashes
Mom would wonder if I was evil when I'd
Covet my brother's Kenievel
Christmas time is filled with joy but only if
You're a little boy
I got a rocket and a fire truck how I always
Cursed my luck
I never wanted trains or trollies all I wanted
Were paper dolls
Christmas time around the world is only good
If you're a little girl
We never get what we wanted cause what
We really want is each others presents
This may seem bad or just plain silly but we
Could change the tags from Sally to Billy and
From Billy to Sally
I think we know now how we can be happy
We found a way to fool Mommy and Daddy
In a few years we many run into messes when
You start wanting to wear my dresses

I'm happy today because I'm in love and feeling afraid
Oh I hop off the train singing your name
I knock on your door I don't know what to say
When you answer I just smile and say "hey"
I'm happy today I'm up on a cloud
and caught in the fray
Oh I'm pacing the floor in the scarf that I wore
on the day that we met by the old statuette
of an infant in the nude
We both thought it was lewd
Its a gas to be cast in the haze
and I've been there four days
Yes I've been there four days
I wanted to play the fabulous game you taught me
yesterday but it's impossible to play when you're away
I take all of my books and I toss them aside
I don't want to read them now
Proust pales to you somehow
Its a gas to be cast in the haze
and I've been there four days
Yes I've been there four days
I'm so turned on that nothing can bum my trip
Its a gas to be cast in the haze
and I've been there four days
Yes I've been there four days

What's up directors? Grab your knives!
It's time to take all all of the lives
Of the people who cannot see the somnolent genius of Tarkovsky
Come on authors grab your guns!
It's time to murder everyone who has never heard of Apollinaire
Send them all to hell it's only fair
Cast them all into the flames if they don't know any names
Of the principles of Arte Povera
Or are unfamiliar with le serpent mascara
That's right mascara snake!!!
Come on painters alive or dead
Give all the cretins a boot to the head
If they don't extoll convincingly
Tempered Elan era Kandinsky
Throw them all into a well if they cannot tell
An Arto Parv feast of repitition from a Schoenburg 12 tone composition
Come on artists the day is here
And your mission is very clear
Put an end to the bourgoussie
And death to everyone who's never heard of me

A Man's Life Flashing Before His Eyes While He and His Wife Drive Off a Cliff Into the Ocean
I heard a human voice in an adding machine and my brain slipped out of my ear
Which made it hard to hear
A customer clapping in approval
A bird flew
through the window
And he sucked it
right into his mouth
I looked on the floor and saw
The carpet was turning to glass
I lifted my feet very fast and ran out the door
I walked to a bus stop there I waited the bus
And when it finally arrived I climbed up inside
A lady sat down beside me
She gave me a mirror
When I looked in it I saw I was her
This made me forget that I was
Driving at night with my wife
She's so beautiful the love of my life
We drove into the sea

There was jello in the fingerprints Detective Dulllight discovered. It proved to be the most important finding in the case And where as Detectives Slocks and Slovits slobbered over smutty photographs Dulllight had a better lead to follow. He followed the ringing to the telephone where a voice asked 'Excuse me aren't you so and so?' 'Oh so and so since you left I have been eating only sweets cause they remind me of you.' He felt this surely was a clue. So he climbed into the tub wearing his underwear and overcoat, jumped aboard the model boat and followed the water down the drain. In his brain there are file cabinets and secretaries filing their nails downstairs (But I don't want to talk about that room downstairs). At this moment Detective Slocks and Slovets realize that since they had reported on the crime scene this morning each of them has aged over fifty years. Two butterflies land on their shoulders and harmonize softly in their ears 'Where did all the time go?' 'Did you think that you'd stay young forever?' 'But at least you're still together...' The two detectives held hands in the moonlight. The butterflies flew away which prompted Slovit's to say,'l miss them already'. Slocks removed a fountain pen from his breast pocket, drove it deep into Slovit's throat and began screeching 'DEATH TO THE PARCHMENT WHALE, THE ROBOT IAM LASAILE'. While in prison, Slocks wrote one of the most revered exercises in free verse titled 'The Cause of Gauze'. 'Oh the cause of gauze, The Manuels have fondled many memories from my lap though each memory has its own lap and swimmers swim laps. Even swimmers have laps however and while in that condition many require a delicate gauze. I desire only this in my decrepitude, that I will have one more opportunity to serve as a gauze to my fellow man and that in that state of gauze can somehow disturb the world less often with my prickly fingers.' When Detective Dulllight returning from the catacombs first heard the news of the Slocks and Slovets stabbing and subsequent poetry enterprise he immediately fell to the floor and began plucking peaches from his cheeks. This eventually became a tiresome activity so he evaporated into the cream a float a child's bedtime coco.

My, my, you busted me
Like a Robocop, strike me
With your riding crop I'm forever going celibate tomorrow
Tonight like success knows no shame
Oh no, she's a rejecter
I must protect myself
There's the girl that left me bitter
Want to pay some other girl
To just walk up to her and hit her
But I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't
My, my, this demon heart
Of the master's hand, crush me
Why, I don't understand and I know you're not her
'Cause the girl of my dreams is probably god, still I want you
Oh no, she's a rejecter
I must protect myself
There's the girl that left me bitter
Want to pay some other girl
To just walk up to her and hit her
But I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't
I can't just hit her
No, no, no, no, no
I won't hit her
I can't, I can't, I can't
No, I can't, I can't, I can't

Love is not a debtor's prison
You don't have to serve a sentence to pay back what you've been given
Now I live in fear of your schizophrenic genius
It's a tempestuous despot that I can't seem to propenciate
Now I feel you're provoking me with your fidelity
That your loyalty and affections are somehow a vopine act of hostility
Now we're a bore
We're afternoon tv
These things in our minds are screaming to defy
How can I bury this rebellion while proving that I'm still your rock'n'roll
Ally
Once more I turn to my crutch for council and it won't disappoint me
I know it's the shadow cast by what's looming in the...
And it's how it engenders here
I was dreaming of a hunt you clapped your hands sharply twice to wake me up
Darkness was gripping the sky, I knew I could still be your rock'n'roll

How you wanna tag my style
I am so superior
How you wanna hate a thing
When you are so inferior
How you wanna mess
How you wanna mess my spotless interior?
Let's just say
You are not the destroyer
Let's just say
[Incomprehensible]
I got my bright girl near me
She's so much taller
With a crisp endorsement
From the C.C.A.A. Booty Patrol
She's so meta
Reference Stendhal
Shares my strange urge
To smash a window in every house on our block
Delinquent days are here again
How you wanna tag my style
I am so superior
How you wanna hate a thing
When you are so inferior
How you wanna mess
How you wanna mess my spotless interior?
Let's just say
You are not the destroyer
Let's just say
[Incomprehensible]
I got my Georgie Fruit on
He's a dark mutation
For my demented past time
Giving replicators somewhere to go
But we're authentic
You can test my talons
Against your cursive body
The controller's spheres have disappeared and it hurts
Delinquent days are here again
It's like to disappear forever
I'm not afraid
There's two Gods for everyone
One, two Gods for the beasts
An hour dead
Deflects our eggs on latitude
0, 1 degree, I trusted you
No, don't explain
Moving in clipped tempos making
Sad dreams of the flag appearing
Crazy how the symbolism works

I can't stop your memory
From breaking my heart
Devils were laughing so loud
I couldn't hear the radio
In the dark bags become
Sneaking devils waiting to pounce
And display impressive claws
I might wink at them before they land
I can hear my heart beat
Across the room behind the closet door
When I'm laying in my bed in the dark
I can't gather all the love I need when I need it
I'm not mad I understand that that's the price
And all is forgiven in the end
If your heart was in the right place
If you lived an honest life, if you tried
I can't stop your memory
From breaking my heart
Devils were laughing so loud

Do you know you're being followed by the shadow of a cat walking upright? I was hoping that I could crack my eyes open and be greeted by a friend who loves me. Who would take me to Cap' Corte's tower. With the bell at the top We'd climb the rickety steps up to the bell and look at the bell

You're no different from the prints that crease the wires
Or mosquitoes that now operate on her brain
Thought that if I sank the seine I might find you
I might find you
I'm no different from the claw they mic from the stair
Or fake diamonds that are glued to eyes of plastic crows
Thought that where the planters go, you might find me

Everything is falling apart, yes, I am
Watching me watch birds watch people
Watching me watch birds watch people
I wear my bow tie to bed
'Cos I'm waiting for the gorgeous young man
Hiding in the spaces
That darkness hides gorgeous young men
Everything is falling apart, yes, I am
Watching me watch birds watch people
Watching me watch birds watch people
We are only waiting here to die
At least let me put my arms around you
Why try to keep it from myself
When it feels so good to sing about love?

Everyday feels like Sunday baby everyday feels so good
Everyday feels like Sunday baby everyday feels so good
I'm further and further away from the fall everyday
And for years I bowed I could not sleep so very well
Even standing up I crawled yet there is a softness I can tell
I'm electric now from the pure brilliant sparks you shot
Like a little man all I can say is "thanks a lot"
Ah I must destroy this artificial darkness
That's how it seems to me to be, art artificial now 'cause

Writing your name in the fog on my bedroom window
Speaking to voices of her in the dark
I know that there is nobody here
so why am I crawling on the floor
Its a lonely life
One that warps me with each minute that passes
One that I really shouldn't share
It's better if I'm not aware that I won't succeed
that my dreams will be buried with me

Just before the afternoon creeps in
Just before it gets too hot to be outside
I like to lay on my back in the grass and
watch the airplanes go by and I dream that
you are an airplane shooting across the sky
You are an airplane
You're a strong and dangerous machine
When you fall you'll fall down so fast
When you crash I want to go down with you
We'll make such a horrible mess
Just before the eyeball appears
Just before the little birds go to sleep
I like to stand on my head and pretend
that I am a control tower
and that you are an airplane
and I can talk you safely to the ground
The way you live your life makes me nervous
If you were to die
I'd have no reason to be alive
cause you are my only friend

And so begins, begins our odyssey...
And we begin, begin our odyssey...
And so begins, begins our odyssey...
The aria is bleeding and the boyish voice is leaving.
I've been an evil tenor, I filled the innocent's doe-eyes with glue.
You're my only softness, you're my only pleasure, it's true.
And I never want to be your little friend, the abject failure.
And so begins, begins our odyssey...
And we begin, begin our odyssey...
And so begins, begins our odyssey...
The chrysalis is breaking and the superego's waking.
I've been a gloomy Petrarch, with a quill as weepy as Dido.
You're my mousy aesthete, you're my buoyant cherub, it's true.
And I never want to be your little friend, the abject failure.
The aria is bleeding and the boyish voice is leaving.
I've been an evil tenor, I filled the innocent's doe-eyes with glue.
You're my only softness, you're my only pleasure, it's true.

Predictably sulking Sara wears a scowl on her face
which no attempt at cheering can erase
Look at her face so sad
Consistently mopey Murrey worries his thong
will be replaced by the hand whose eyes are shooting mace
Look at his face so sad
Maybe it's best if two people
as sad as this never meet
but we wonder if somehow it might help
to see one so sad for oneself
to see how they look to the world so sad
Look at their faces so sad

When I met you I was just a kid
hadn't built up my defenses
so I gave my heart completely
vaseline over the lenses
memories don't go away
I remember every day
I never ever stop wondering
Wondering if you still think of us
I don't need a photograph
cause you've never left my mind
No you've never left my mind
I remember feeling like a ship
whose captain was too drunk to steer
and you watched as I was sinking
waving sadly from the pier
It's such a burden to carry 'round
the vestiges of dead dreams
and I don't want to make a wake out of my life
I just had to let you go

Wearing an olive drab
but feeling somehow inside opalescent
Wonder how I'm managing to smile oh
when I can't even pay my rent
Maybe it's because I've finally found
my little tulip my Norge dear
Funny how in spite of all my woes
life can appear rosy and clear
rosy and clear
And I'm dizzy from her kiss
so vertiginous lost in lysergic bliss
Love the way you wear your curly hair
sanguine and spiraling tied in a bun
Love the way it falls about your face
mercurially gilded by the sun
If we were a pair of jigsaw puzzle pieces
we would connect so perfectly
Creating a still photo of a scene
from the Phantom of Liberty

I can see that you're rubbing off
on everyone you know.
You're rubbing off on me,
I can feel your incredible glow.
I can hear your happy voice in other people's voices.
I can hear your beautiful voice sometimes when I speak.
You've got a special gift.
Do you see how you're changing the world
just by hanging around?
I can see how you sweetened up
both of your grumpy roommates.
Now they even say hello
when we pass on the street.
I find joy in simple things ever since I met you.
I never get the chance just to tell you
how out of sight you are.
You've got a special gift.
Do you see how you're changing the world
just by hanging around?

she says i'm boring her camera it takes more to delight the cadaver
night eyes on icy patrol
yours were not so nazi feline
mine were as dead as monks and our particles are in motion
night eyes producing ashes we love to view unfortunate passions
still she brings my photo to bed
no mere limp verse could incite identity destruction
our particles are in motion
sometimes we're not legible but we're the same strange animal,
let them say our love is peculiar don't care
there's only now no ever after,
we won't let this end in disaster, you are my twin no i will never go there

Will you let me into your dream?
I'm not as cold as I may seem
You look so peaceful without a care
Are things so much nicer in there?
If you let me into your dream would I laugh or would I scream?
Would I be shocked by all that I see?
I just want to know if you're dreaming of me
Your subconscious seems divine and I'm so bored with mine
Do you think maybe we could share is there room for two of us there?
Will you let me into your life?
You be my husband I'll be your wife
I don't care which role that I play I just want to be in your movie everyday
I guess that I would be remiss if I woke you with a kiss
If I was a cat I'd be purring
oh no do I notice you stirring?
Will you let me into your dream
I'll be as silent as a sun beam
I'll be as gentle as Debussy
I just want to know if you're dreaming of me

Larry when you're loved like you are
you won't ever feel alone.
You won't be left alone,
When you're loved like you are
Larry when you're loved like you are
people think of you and smile.
They think of you and their glad so they smile
When you're loved like you are.
We will be with you,
That means you will be with us too.
Larry when you're loved like you are
everything falls into place.
Everything else falls into place
When you're loved like you are.
We will be with you,
That means you will be with us, too.
Larry when you're loved like you are
you won't ever feel alone.
You won't be left alone,
When you're loved like you are

Now a man loving a woman that's a very
Common thing common but beautiful all the same
Still there's something so neat something so
Extraordinarily sweet with a man who's in love
With a man
I have nothing to say about the traditional ways
They're fine if they work well for you
But there is something so right so completely
Out of sight
With a man who's in love with a man
Or a woman who's in love with a woman
They should never feel ashamed because it's
So important to do the things we want with
Whoever turns us on
Now a man desiring a woman that's a very
Common thing common and really rather dull
There is something so strange something so
Wonderfully deranged in a man desiring a man
Or a woman desiring a woman....
Men are usually fighting each other that's
Why I think it's so special when a man and
A man are in love It's so good It's so special
Now a man kissing a woman is a very
Common thing common but usually
Quite nice still there is something so fine
Something so beautifully divine in a man
Kissing a man
A man kissing a man

Looking under the ghost on your face
kind of ruins it for me
I don't want to see you toss it's hair
No I don't need you to show me its smile
You see because I'm learning
yes I know about your mask
so I no longer have to ask
If I can peek behind the ghost on your face
that really ruins it for me
I don't want to clap and stare
while you show me the expressions it makes
You see because I'm learning
yes I know about your mask
so I no longer have to ask
"Was your face a head in the pillow case?"

I was gazing in your eyes
Seeing butterflies melting on the wall
Strangest thing I saw
Clever little guys
Wonderful surprise
Will you come and fetch me, girl
From the brink?
I'm starting to kink
And I'm too numb to think
If this nightmare can't be stopped
Go out and find me when I'm dropped
Onto a bale of hay looking the other way
From noncoms in machines squeezing tangerines
Emitting horrid cries
Wonderful surprise
Will you come and fetch me, girl
From the brink?
I'm starting to kink
And I'm too numb to think
If this nightmare can't be stopped

oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
oh no oh no oh no oh no
oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
oh no oh no oh no oh no
oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
oh no oh no oh no oh no
oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
oh no oh no oh no oh no

I live my life like I'm reading my own biography
Every night writing my discography
But let's talk about our coy romance
Doesn't it seem like it's always been here
Love I mean, love I mean
Walking around bumping into things
I try to say "Hi" I end up making you cry
True friends don't want to do things like that
True friends don't want to do things like
Live my life like I'm reading my own biography
Every night arranging my own anthology
But let's talk about this crack from which whenever
We're close something yanks us back
It's probably me, its probably me
Stumbling around crashing into things
I try to be sly I end up licking your eye
True friends don't want to do things like that
True friends don't want to do things like that

Sleeping in the beetle bug
With a hundred pounds of air in my heart
Don't think that I'm able to sympathize
I'm happier to see it gone
Floating above your house like a penguin
Dropping cherries from my mouth
Tapping the walnuts and the shadows out of a dreaming
Pair of brown eyed ghosts
In each of your eyes, I saw it's spring
Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn
Grass is long and laughs
When the wind jumps through it
It must have started with that stick in the mud
That there's where clouds are born
Clouds can't stay where they are born
Winds push them so far from home
The sound of your laughter
Tiptoeing across the floor
Makes the deepest of red umbrellas
Able to inflate my smile
In each of your eyes, I saw it's spring
Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn
Grass is long and laughs

You worry 'bout the sun
What's the use of worrying 'bout thebig old sun?
You worry 'bout the rain
The rain keeps falling just the same
You worry when the one you need
has found somebody new
But the world keeps going round
The world keeps going round
You just can't stop it
The world keeps going round
You worry 'bout your friends
What's the use of worrying now you're almost grown?
You worry'bout your own
What's the use of worrying cause you die alone?
Well times will be hard and rain will fall
and you'll feel mighty low
But the world keeps going round
The world keeps going round
You just can't stop it
The world keeps going round
Well times will be hard and rain will fall
and you'll feel mighty low
But the world keeps going round

Manuel's mouth filled with foam upon discovering the properties of Mimi Merlot.
Just Imagine his chagrin when he found she'd drugged him, tied him up and locked
him inside her wardrobe. On top of all of this the boas hung above him made him
sneeze Hhhhhhaaaaaacccccchhhhhhhooooooo. It's snowing all around inside Mimi's
wardrobe. oh no no. Now she's covering the wardrobe in aluminum foil oh no no
then she sticks her little finger through the key hole and says "suck on it and
maybe I'll let you go" to which Manuel replies "Oh you want me to suck...?like
this...?' Mimi Merlot you're the most convincingly non-fictitious character that
I know

The problem with April is the problem with May
is the problem with June and July
it's the problem with all of the months
since you said goodbye
The problem with Monday is the problem with Tuesday
is the problem with Wednesday and Thursday
it's the problem with all the week
since you went away
The bills keep piling up
and my bed gets bigger and bigger
I feel like I'm being watched
and I'm forever under the weather
The problem with Summer is the problem with Fall
is the problem with Winter and Spring
it's the problem with all of the year
since you're no longer here
The problem with evening is the problem with morning
is the problem with the afternoon
the problem of all of the day
since you went away

Let's reminisce of our first dance together
along the ocean floor.
Your dress was made of egg shells.
My hair was in a pompadour
While we were hunting for the Marshmallow Coast.
I played a prank that brought shame to one of my colleagues.
I taught Herr Coushiboe's eyes how to imitate a bog.
They employed their new talent perhaps too frequently.
Finding this incarnation preferable
they decided to stay that way
But then his eyes became ambitious
and they started to grow.
They felt confined as a bog and wanted more recognition.
They desired to be acknowledged by a map
and that is how Coushiboe discovered my gag.
When he opened up a map and saw his eyes looking back at him

You're such a mystery I just want to stand and stare
Nibble on your ear and smell the ocean in your hair
You know you damage me you leave me tangled in a knot
But when you reappear I see Neptunian blues that eyes forgot
Neptunian blues that eyes forgot
I only feel alive when the vu's flashing alarms going off in my head
I want to grab you and just kiss you maybe I should sit down
No sense in cashing us now
Still I only feel alright when the vu's flashing bombs going off in my head
I want to grab you want to scream at you no icing me down
The party's crashing us now
The party's crashing us now
Oh well we made love like a pair of black wizards
You freed me from the past you fucked the suburbs out of me
And all those ugly days that made us so sick
They are just fossils now we've learned the elevating trick
We've learned the elevating trick

I've heard about inner light it makes the
brown in your eyes look watery
I felt something while talking to you, Gently
intoxicating I felt the source of your inner light
It's such a struggle though I know I have to,
I just can't bring myself to touch it
I need to feel the inner light
I want to be the angel God sends to you
To keep you on the right course although I
Just don't know if I believe in it
It's such a struggle though I know I have to
I just can't bring myself to touch it
I need to feel the inner light.

Someone's in love with someone who doesn't love them back
their body's like a hollow room
They carry around an empty feeling wherever they go, wherever they go
When one is crying over someone who doesn't even care, their body's like an
empty tomb
They carry around a desperate feeling where ever they go, wherever they go
their in a hollow room..
A hollow room. All the devils in the world couldn't think up a more painful
thing to be in love with someone who doesn't love you back.

Hello my name is Claude Robert
And I'd like to thank you for spending time with the gay parade
We hope you found it enjoyable
And that we will see you again very soon
Because we've grown quite fond of you
And all agree that you make very pleasant company
If you ever feel that in your life
The moments of gaiety
are too few
You can always come and visit us
Now that you know the way
And perhaps someday
You'll be able to stay with us
Forever inside the gay parade

I guess I should have known to stay away
From a snuff film by Gene Genet
But the cash was good and the director gave me the biggest scene
What does it mean when Pentacostal born again virgins appear picketing in angry
protest?
Oh those sloppy tarts have sulpherized hearts
Sure a dead man quietly pulling on his tongue in a coffin after being hung
Does make strange erotic cinema but that was the great master's vision
And the actors agree to portray the fiend is best in a death fantasy
'cause when one is licking the knife, ah well that is truly the life
oh what does it mean when the stagehand approaches wheeling in a guillotine
let's play nice
yes I want to be a star but that's going too far
yes I'm still smarting from the bite of coital sessions in gelatal light
I'm questioning my chosen career
don't think I'll be attending the premier

The summer's good for tulips,
Though pansies disagree.
They find the heat most distasteful,
And humidity far too grim to stand up tall
And bargain with the bees.
They prefer to droop and mope
And wait for autumn's breeze.
The autumn's good for pumpkins,
Though apples don't approve.
The trees that they've been living on
now forces them to move,
And rudely lets them to fall
and sends them quick to their demise
Without so much a bon voyage or even a goodbye.
The winter's good for penguins,
Though brown bears must object.
When talk comes to the joys of winter,
They must interject,
"Hibernating in the snow just isn't where it's at,
because sleeping makes you skinny,
and we bears like to be fat."
The springtime is the season,
Where everyone's a friend.
Loneliness and desperation both come to an end.
No matter how you died through winter,
In spring you're born again,
Your life might not be going good,
But spring helps you to pretend.

Sometimes I'm feeling bad and then again I'm sad
but she makes me happy
Sometimes I'm feeling wrong and that I can't go on
but she makes me understand and see
She's a spoonful of sugar to me
So sweet so sweet so sweet to me
She makes me feel so right
makes everything so bright
That's why I love her you see
Best girl I ever had she never made me mad
She's the right girl wouldn't you agree?
She's a spoonful of sugar to me
So sweet so sweet so sweet to me
One thing I understand I'll soon to be a man
and I'll want her for the rest of my life
One thing we'll have to plan I'll soon want to have
her hand and I'll want her to be my wife
(third verse same as the first)

Rose Robert I'd like to welcome you to our affair. We'll write a lovely little story just you and I as time goes by me and my Rose Robert. People stare when we walk arm in arm along the thoroughfare. The gentlemen don't know whether to bow their heads or tip their hats instead at me and Rose Robert. All of our days move so slow since we stopped and let the world go on without us. We haven't get a care me and Rose Robert. You're delightful mon chere it's so lovely when we wear each others clothes. You draw on your mustache while I powder my nose. Josephine and Fanny don't compare to my Rose Robert. Rose Robert together we make quite a remarkable pair. It doesn't seem strange somehow that we never speak we just gurgle and squeak me and my Rose Robert. Few will dare to offer any pleasantries or see how we fare. I guess they assume that we have lost our wits but we're just a couple of misfits me and my Rose Robert. Rose Robert. hot chocolate eclair

I wanna know how you feel
I wanna know won't you please please tell me so
tell me so, tell me so
I'll know to bring us closer
cause thats all I want to do
to bring me closer to you
to you me closer to you
bring me closer to you
I want to know how you feel
How am I to know if you don't tell me so
tell me so, tell me so
cause I sometimes get the impression
that for me you no longer care
please let me know if our romance is over
if you no longer love me, i should know
In the shower and on the bus
At the cafe in the office
I just can't get my mind off of it
You never say a word, so I have to say them for you
Please tell me if I'm just insecure
I need to know how you feel
How am I to know if you don't tell me so
tell me so, tell me so?

I'd go down on you if that would make you happy
my panda bear
my panda bear
please stop bombing my lullabies to pieces
my panda bear
my panda bear
you dont understand what the morning does to me
in the poison daylight I can hear
shadows crawling over everything
I'll go down on you if that would make you happy
my panda bear
my panda bear
you dont understand what the morning does to me
in the poison daylight I can hear
shadows crawling over everything

Pancakes for one are always depressing
because having breakfast with you was such fun
Pancakes for one are no fun
Cocktails for one are never enchanting
because having drinks with you was such fun
Cocktails for one are no fun no fun no fun
Standing near the vendor on the platform
waiting for your train
But yet again you're not on it
and I'm crestfallen holding a drooping flower bouquet
A sundae for one is never delicious
because eating junk food with you was such fun
A Sunday for one is no fun
All I've left of you is a photograph
which only upsets me
cause I can't draw your attention
your frozen in time
Pancakes for one are always depressing
because having breakfast with you was such fun
Pancakes for one are no fun

Oslo in the summertime nobody can fall asleep
I'm staring out the window from my bed
At 4 a.m. the sun is up
look the sky is pepppered with sea birds and with crows all cackeling
HVA?
Up in tre ten Heimdalsgate
me and Nina making fun of footballers in Rudolph Neilson Plass
I practice my norwegian on poor beffudeled waitresses
who shake their heads completely at a loss
Oslo in the summertime the streets are strangely quite 'cause
everyone's away on holiday
HVA?
Oslo in the summertime Pakistani children play locked inside of the courtyard
all day
Pretty people everywhere sun lamp tans and flaxen hair
Just tell the American not to stare
HVA?

Your hair is so dark, it's curls are dancing flames of black fire
Allah created you just for us to admire
I doubt that you're the only one like you that I'll find
But for sure you're one of a very few of a kind, Yes you are
Your eyes are so clear, the seem to speak to me from a gleeful world
And they look link singing moons made of black pearl.
I'm not saying that you're the only one like you that I'll find
But for sure you're one of a very few of a kind, Yes you are
You're as stunning as a tidal wave of wisteria
Just a smile from you has sent gents into hysteria
I doubt that you're the only one like you that I'll find
But for sure you're one of a very few of a kind
One of a very few of a kind

There's an echo in my body echoes slide
Down the roof
You looked like heaven in bloom, I might now
Look deep in those eyes
Whose kindness moves my Texas to Oklahoma
Drops of light on the bed rolling off into a
Puddle on the floor You unbuttoned your life
And let me go
My eyes are as brown as blueberries love
Must put a mountain outside every window
I was crying my eyes out everything I drank
turned to cherry cola tears, iced tea tears
I want to grab your words and fill them with
Coffee there we lie like monkees in our beds
Burying each frown that gets born
I'll climb up under your nightgown we'll try to
Tickle a laugh out of the mattress
I'll use your boobs for a pillow

I know that in my dreaming world
the friends I've made aren't imprisoned there
and they are not pretend.
They are just as real as this world
that I've grown to know.
And though I have enjoyed myself I really have to go
Let's go for a walk so I can say goodbye to you.
That is unless you'd like to come too.

I want to write something beautiful,
Something so beautiful
That I just can't sing it
without getting that incredible feeling,
The one that just overwhelms my senses.
Because it's the only thing I have,
It's the only thing that makes my life worthwhile.
I know there aren't too many people
Who allow themselves to say what they feel,
So I was watching your eyes,
In case they just might say something.
I want to think someone's beautiful,
That they're so beautiful it's a thrill to be near them.
Fill my stomach with butterflies,
have me floating on air,
Bring something out of me I didn't know was there.
But it's such a torturous thing
That I am not excited by anyone.
I know there aren't too many people
Who allow themselves to say what they feel,
So I was watching your eyes,
In case they just might say something.

Everybody does the same things
Everybody's the same
Everyone that is 'cept for my friend Nicki Lighthouse
She is from the jungle and has never rode a bike
Instead she rides on apes and llamas
everywhere she goes
And everywhre she goes the boring people say
"There she goes again
the strangest girl that's ever been"
Everybody thinks the same things
Everybody's the same
Everyone that is 'cept for my friend Nicki Lighthouse
Where she's from forward is backward
and down is up
so she eats her dinner on the ceiling
and wallpapers the floor
And everywhre she goes the boring people say
"There she goes again
the strangest girl that's ever been"
I'm a big fan Nicki Lighthouse
You know that I am
You know that I am

I wish I knew a man
Someone to steal me
from this sadness
I wish I knew a girl
Who'd run her fingers
through my hair and kiss me
Wish I didn't have to pretend
That when I'm talking to the floor I'm talking to you
If I had a friend then
such stupid things I'd never have to do
I wish I had a friend
I wish I knew a man
One who'd help me to stop disguising my feelings
I wish I knew a girl
Who'd keep me from silencing my heart's voice
Oh I wish I didn't feel like an island
No country will claim
Wish I had a friend who'd stop me
From falling into this depression all over again
I wish I had a friend like that
But I know it will never be
So that friend for me has to come from inside of me
My friend will have to be me
I wish I knew a man
Someone to help me stop being self conscious
I wish I knew a girl
One to take away my fear of dying
I wish I weren't afraid that some spirit
Will come out of the darkness and carry me away
I wish I had a friend whom if that happened
Would storm right in and save the day
I wish I had a friend like that
But I know it will never be
So that friend for me has to come from inside of me
My friend will have to be me

I was never young, even as a child.
Said, I was never young; I've always felt beguiled.
Oh, I just never smiled, but you have a glow, a glow from an inner sense I'll never know.
'Cause I was never young, even as a boy.
No, I was never young; kindness seemed no ploy to temper or annoy.
But you, you have a mind full of wonderment I'll never find 'cause I was never young.
I was never young
Ever since I was a kid, I've been a brooding basket case.
Ever since I was a kid, I've been a brooding basket case.

I've lost, and don't remember what I saw in you
Your charms have become less charming
Your sweetness decreases everyday
My dear darling, I've forgotten what I saw in you.
Now I'm lost, I don't know a gentle way to say
that our life together is over and its best that you find someone new
because my darling, I've forgotten what I saw in you.
I seem to recall some vague memory of feeling happy, when we were young and in
love.
But that was a long time ago.
Now I'm lost, Never in a million years what I have dreamt that about you I'd
become indifferent.
But sweetheart, incredibly it's true.... that your cutie pie has forgotten what
he saw in you.
Please don't think that I'm being impulsive or careless and that I'm not
miserable too, but I just can't continue this lie
I'm lost.
I wish this had a happy ending
I wish there was something I could do
But, my darling, I've forgotten what I saw in you.
I've forgotten what I saw in you.

Nothing can save me
from the pain of you not loving me
It doesn't help me to complain
I just have to feel it until it goes away
It's so useless and it hurts just like it did before
I'm afraid that I'll close up inside
And no longer feel anything anymore
It's such a strange need to be deprived of
To just want to love and Feel happy

Montreal is
Where I began to feel inside
the gray sadness of winter.
When you told me that this isn't it,
And I drove away.
Walking to the statue in the park,
Through snow drifts up over our knees,
And every street sign written in French.
We sat by the statue.
You looked in my eyes,
Then said, "I'm so sorry."
Later, laying on your bed,
Wondering what's going wrong.
Every time I'd ask you'd start crying,
And whisper, "I don't know why,
I only know what I feel,
what a voice says to me"
I may be here now
but I've never left Montreal

Here I sit planted in the mud. A mushroom of melted molecules. Where language
has been reduced we can only use abbreviations. skjlb hjkgdfn uji AhFGsd uWiaAn.
Here comes the pony that one the Tony. There were flaws in the experiment I'll
tell you bout it if you're interested to know It was creepy the way they hovered
above end swooped down on the children. Their mouths agape exposing fangs of
fire. run children run
The three legged hyena cicadas migrated to the small northern sea port village
called Durschfuch. The horrible insects congregated above the Durschfuch
elementary school and would spend an indecent amount of time circling the
playground. The citizens of the village were very alarmed by these new visitors,
but since they were a God fearing community and were not allowed to bring any
harm to any of God's creations, they had to pretend to ignore the large
grotesque arthropods and continue on with their lives as if there weren't any
menacing predators swooping over their offspring. In time the hyena cicadas
became hungry and this in when the real terror ensued. As I stated earlier, the
adults of the village, thought the best course of action was to pretend the
insects didn't exist and continued to send the children out to the playground
for recess. Every day the same thing occurred; the children would stand
apprehensively at the threshold of the front gate until the teachers ordered
them outside to "play", then the children would run terrified towards the
shelter of the banyan trees that formed an oval around the perimeter of the
school yard. There they would spend the duration of recess huddling together
under the trees, shaking with fear. For the first few weeks the children managed
each day to narrowly cheat death by hiding below the trees. Eventually the hyena
cicadas became mad with hunger and resolved to become more aggressive in their
attempt to eat the children. One of the more intelligent cicadas, who happened
to be the most famished of all of them, had the idea that some of the flock
should hide among the foliage of the banyan trees while the others swooped over
the children as usual. Then when all of the children were in their normal
positions under the trees, the hyena cicadas hiding in the branches would
descend upon them and kill them. After that all of the flonk could gather under
the trees for a delicious feast. His plan worked perfectly and the adults of the
village watched helplessly as the hyena cicadas ravenously devoured their
beloved young ones

Princesses Princesses
Princesses Princesses Princesses
Katie and Caroline are
throwing a tea party from 8 to 9
Everyone is happy and feeling fine
Grammy and Pa will be there
of course Nanna will be there too
Katie and Caroline are a mix
of smiling flowers and sunshine
And are as clever as three foot miniature Einsteins
Uncles Nina and Gonzo love them
of course Uncle Mouse does too
And one day you'll have real horses to ride
And you'll never ever want to leave each other's side
Katie and Caroline never act
real grouchy like a porcupine
They're the sweetest creatures yes a flawless design
You've made your mommies oh so happy
and your daddies oh so too

What kind of comedy is this all of the danger you've discovered
What kind of comedy is this how can you say now you're frightened
You labeled me in forty tries and in case you didn't realize
I was a landscape in your dream and all my mountains were on fire
What kind of labyrinth is this that we're constructing through talking
What kind of labyrinth is this that sends you laughing without smiling
Age brings a sad little surprise and in case you didn't realize
While you were calculating tears my head expired

Kissing in the grass smiling to say
“oh golly gee I think you're dreamy”
learning so much that way
I do tend to believe
there's precious little that could amount to more
Then kissing in the grass smiling to say
“oh golly gee I hear bells ringing”
forgetting so much that way
I do tend to believe there's precious little
that illuminates us more then kissing in the grass

Nothing can save me from the pain
of you not loving me
It doesn't help me to complain
I just have to feel it
and hope it goes away
But it's so useless and it hurts just like it did before I'm afraid that I'll
close up inside
and no longer feel anything anymore
It's such a strange need to be deprived of
To just want love and feel happy

Jennifer Louise you don't know me but we're cousins
your mamamama and my mamamama are sisters
Jennifer Louise I haven't seen you since I was a kid
when my family spent the weekend at your house
and your father helped when my eyelashes stuck together
My mom told me that now
you're a young professional
living with a significant someone
Jennifer Louise we know so little about each other
I'll probably never call you up,
write you a letter or see you in person
Basically Jennifer Louise you don't know me
and we're not friends
But I was just wondering about you
wondering if you ever think about me

It's easy to sleep when you're dead but you're unable to touch your loved ones,
give them kisses or see them smile at you
It's easy to sleep when you're dead but you give up your whole life's work
and you can't reverse the bad things that you did
While alive you still have hope that when you die you are dead
and you know for sure if it's better, if it's better, if it's better
I hope it's better
It's easy to sleep when you're dead
Though you can't feel the warmth of summer, smell the flowers of spring, or
drink cider in the fall
It's easy to sleep when you're dead though it's too late to say the words you
wanted them to hear when you didn't have the nerve.
You get to spend eternity thinking about your life.
Think of all the time that is. Eternity is forever, is forever, is forever. What
will I do forever?
At this time there is nothing you can change. You can only sit and watch and
hope they understand
It's easy to sleep when you're dead. Cause there isn't anything else to do but
sleep. I feel sorry for the dead.

All the baby spiders in the nursery
waving to each other clinging to their mothers
and smile at their dads who say
'Now that's a clever lad'
One particular spider, who's parents had named Ira, fell out of his mother's arms and became lost inside the giant insect hospital. Since mother spiders give birth to so many babies at one time it is exceedingly difficult to keep track of all of them and sometimes a baby will get lost without it's mother ever being aware of its absence. Ira was just such a case. He crawled about for hours crying but his mother couldn't hear him for Ira was a mute. This is where the story gets interesting.
He opened his mouth and discovered a lake in a crater on his tongue. He was thirsty so he drank from the lake. This proved to be a fatal mistake as the lake was really a cake filled with poisonous snakes, and Ira died.
A nurse discovered dead baby Ira and sank with grief. She gently lifted him up to her breast and carried him weeping to the head nurse to see if any baby spiders had been reported missing. The head nurse checked her missing baby spider file and told her that 'No, no missing baby spiders have been reported.' The nurse holding dead baby Ira then asked if they could have a funeral for him. The head nurse, being a very caring grasshopper, agreed that that would be the proper thing to do. So they dug a small hole near a yellow tulip, held a brief but moving requiem and with great sadness buried baby Ira.
Miraculously, Ira was quickly reincarnated as a wild horse on the far off planet called Nearly. on Nearly, wild horses hold the majority in the senate and Ira has discovered pudding. His favorite is the kind without raisins.
All the baby spiders in the nursery
waving to each other clinging to their mothers
and smile at their dads who say
'Now that's a clever lad'

Riding to the station on the bus
Cause I want to pick out some books
But Jen She's a librarian
and she hunts my butt to this day
Usually the bills make me stay
the night at banks so...
Sorry but you're just not my type
You know I'll walk you home anyway
Did you know I had a funny dream
and in it I was in the army
Riding to the station on the bus
Cause I want to pick out some books
But Jen She's a librarian
So it's time to get down spin on the ground
And say I want to turn the daytime into dusk
Or if you're very tired we can simply retire
and say I want to turn the nighttime into day
Sorry but you're just not my type
You know I'll walk you home anyway
Did you know I had a funny dream
and in it I was in the army.

You remind me of a snowflake
That falls while comets hit the earth,
Destroying buildings and trees.
But you are so light in the air,
You never disrupt a thing.
Orenda, if you were here
I could walk through you,
Orenda.
In my bed at night I dream you're a ghost
That only cats can see.
Some nights you talk to me.
Some nights you sing me to sleep,
While moonlight showers the room.
Orenda, if you were here
I could walk through you,
Orenda.
In dreams I dance with you.
We dance the best in the kitchen.
While murderers and rapists surround the house.
We don't care,
Because our house is made of feathers.
They wouldn't dare.
In dreams I dance with you,
Though our bodies are made out of wood.

Honeymoon in San Francisco, what a grand idea.
We'll rent a room in a four-star hotel
We'll spend the whole time drunk on champagne and lime
We'll never feel the need to get out of bed, though on occasion we'll charter a
boat sail off to a distant island
Once there we'll take off our shoes and relax beneath the sun
We won't care if we lose our minds
We won't care if we live or die
We'll spend the whole time drunk on champagne and lime
We won't care if we lose our minds

Nothing, we're doing nothing
just sitting and wondering why nothing's happening
Everyone was there in a wooden chair doing nothing
Still doing nothing, drinking smoking
nothing's happening
No one seems to care in their wooden chair
doing nothing
I go walking through the park
underneath a moldy sky
Thinking "yes I think this place
would be such a lonely place to die,
such a lonely place to die"
Nothing we're doing nothing
literally frozen stiff from nothing happening
Something has to change
cause it's no longer feeling strange
to do nothing Ad nauseam nothing
and feeling acutely every millisecond pass
We can ignore that this is sad
because we know that it all adds up to nothing
I go walking though the park
underneath the moldy sky
Thinking about all the different ways that would make lonely ways to die
all the lonely ways to die

Come disconnect the dots with me poppet
come disconnect the dots
Come disconnect the dots with me poppet
come disconnect the dots
It's so beautiful
Our lunacy
It's so beautiful

If I faltered slightly twice singling a double or
Botching a landing if that was my routine it
Was Torture
I know that it's not an understatement there
Will be no wedding to you, I wont have
Trouble understanding
You're the biggest lie of all I told to myself
And now we're being honest
There was something in your bed while you
Were sleeping there in your friend's bed
Not quite the person you were in love with
I used to think I had somebody watching
Over me

Hello from inside a shell you can see me cause my shell is invisible. It was
made especially for me by the brilliant inventor Lecithin E. I ride my unicycle
downstairs to his laboratory when I know he's there Working on robotic aquatic
bees, perfecting his mechanical donkeys or running from exploding test tubes.
Hello from inside a shell you can see me cause my shell is invisible. It was
made especially for me by the infamous inventor Lecithin E. I ride my boat car
through the rays of his reverse magnetizer when I'm feeling brave. Then
everything I touch shoots into space and astronauts shake their fists at us
saying be careful. He's promised to build us a world of our own far away from
this one In uncharted regions where no one will go. He's promised to build us a
world of our own. We'll find an island somewhere near the North Pole And He'll
invent lots of strange new animals to inhabit it so we won't feel alone. And
we'll be happy there there there all covered in snow. He's promised to build us
a world of our own and here we go

Over a sea of grief Scarlet died
above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day
for a minute I stayed watching this brilliant display
until a god with a broom came and swept them away
In their bereavement all of her colorful friends
Turned to a milky grey depressing blend
Which incidentally made Grey feel inane
So he set off to find a less trite identity
One as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be

Something propels me something compels me to say. How often are you this way. If
you're this charming all the time I'll be forced to tell you darling here's a
dime, go call you mine. Here's a dime, go call you mine

She's not quite like the
conventional sister no she's not
I've never seen her frown
or hold her head down
I've never heard her say
"I'm bored" or "get away"
I tip top topple over for my fun loving nun
Cause she has so much fun has so much joy
And so much wonderful love for everyone
She's not like an ordinary person no she's not
She turns a lonely room into a happy place
Transforms a grumpy look into a smiling face
Some of us get covered up by the world
Become bitter from our loneliness
and forget our dreams
But she takes notice of the beauty everywhere
And wherever she finds herself
she feels peaceful there
I tip top topple over for my fun loving nun
Cause she has so much fun has so much joy
And so much wonderful love for everyone

The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes
And incite the firmament's portrait of 'A Drowning in Styx'
That gives impotents kicks
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
Who crippled birch mares now briars replace their old cotton limbs
Who will tell? I mean would it make a difference?
Look metal flower petal tears do not even appear in the Myopic Mirror
The moon was sagging in the sky as I held her face to mine
All our thoughts were coming in so clear beyond the Myopic Mirror
We were darting from the place where we just couldn't fit
For away from all the violence safely flying in our own orbit
Why do I always have to tell you "forget about the precient signs!"?
Forget about the life we knew
May we never be stripped of anything we love
may we grow so gentle never go mental
may we never go go mental
may we always stay stay gentle
what was my number? 114395? I don't care!
No no no no no

It's crazy to think how I was living like prisoner
But now I am free not tied to a past I never wanted anyway
Life, before I met you, was just a bunch of yesterdays
But now I worry I've invested too much
'cause when you're away from me
everything just gets so ugly
Giving you my heart was not a mistake I don't regret it
And though it shook up my friends
I hope that they know that I still love them all the same
I just had to move on and start my grown up life with you
You and me and our little Alabee
My god it happened to me
I really have my own family

All I ever get is sad love
while watching all my friends find their happy love
I don't understand why I should be without love
All I ever get is sad love
always falling for the ones who feel nothing for me
Sometimes I think I should just forget about love
I was walking with my parents
through St. Peter's park
When I saw a young couple with a child
They were all holding hands and smiling
They seemed very nice, seemed to have a nice life
All I ever get is sad love
feeling incomplete and below being loved
I don't know why it has been so hard to find love
All I ever get is sad love
the unrequited kind is all I have procured
And it was nothing at all
like what I've heard about love
Without love life has no great reward
leaving us damaged or feeling so bored
Devoid of memories nothing to record
Wishing the ones that we adore loved us more

How will I ever know you enough to love you
if you're hiding who you are?
Don't ask me to explain.
Who are you hiding you from,
across the table with a penny in each eye?
Don't ask me to explain.
I'd like to marry all of my close friends,
And live in a big house together by an angry sea.
Am I the devil's marbles don't move on without me
Who will be watching my body when I sleep?
Who will I believe in?
How am I supposed to let it show when I don't even know?
Don't ask me to explain.
Besides, I don't want to be the one whose coming out first,
I'd really like to but I'm just too shy.
Don't ask me to explain.
I'd want to marry all of my close friends,
And live in a big house together by an angry sea.
Am I the devil's marbles don't move on without me
Who will be watching my body when I sleep?
Who will I believe in?
It's so easy to lie to myself
and pretend that I could love you but I can't

You are my cutie pie, my cutie pie, yes you are
You are my cutie pie, my cutie pie, yes you are
You'll be my cutie pie until the day I die
I hope that's a long time, cause I dont wanna die
You are my cutie pie, my cutie pie, yes you are
You are my cutie pie, my cutie pie, yes you are
You'll be my cutie pie until the day I die
I hope that's a long time, cause I dont wanna die
and live without my cutie pie

I like you cause you look like a giraffe stretching out it's neck to get to fruit in a tall tree. You're always occupied with girly things your room is filled with girly posters of teen idols and roller coasters and funny things like that you've got a red and purple striped stuffed animal cat that takes up half the bed. I like to pretend you're made out of a drawbridge operator's favorite radio program 'argh, you're listening to 81.3 sound of the sea' while I'm training troops in parachutes how to act froufrou so when their seargents return from butterscotching Mr. Lynn they can do the charlston while I paint the face of Private Fontaine on his enemies face and do the same to him until the ballrooms filled with soldiers wondering if they like them selves and all are forced to forgive and forget

City bird, haven't you heard?
Hasn't anybody told you?
The city blocks can't hold you
Your place is in the sky, how can I show you?
City bird, haven't you heard
of the boundlessness of your freedom?
The sky is your blue kingdom
You neglect your wings like you don't need them
City bird, maybe these hands that feed you need you
Maybe you understand that, city bird
City bird, maybe these hands that feed you need you
Maybe you understand that, city bird
City bird, haven't you heard?
Hasn't anybody told you?
The city blocks can't hold you

On a bus stop bench sat an ancient lady
It was clear she was dead yeah we all could agree
And that death had arrived quite unexpectedly
Cause the poor wretch died with a book on her knee
Chrissy kiss the corpse
Chrissy kiss the corpse
David drew a mustache under her nose
Nick put a burning match between her toes
I put a cockroach in her pantyhose
Chrissy put on some lipstick
and struck a dramatic pose
Chrissy's such a pretty lass
as benign as broken glass
No one in her family knows
the vile hobby that she chose
Some cops came by so we hid behind a tree
I peeked out and they noticed me
And said fondling the dead is a felony
But you got nothing to fear
'cause we only came to see
Chrissy kiss the corpse
to see Chrissy kiss the corpse
Chrissy's such a pretty thing
gentle as a scorpion sting
No one ever would suspect
that her mind's completely wrecked