Regina Spektor Lyrics, Photos, Pictures, Paroles, Letras, Text for every songs

B i o g r a p h y
(by Heather Phares)

A veteran of New York's anti-folk scene, Regina Spektor makes quirky, highly eclectic, but always personal music. Born and raised in Moscow until age 9, Spektor listened to her father's bootleg tapes of Western pop and rock as a young child and also learned to play piano. She and her family moved from Russia to the Bronx, where she was immersed in American culture (at the time, hers was the first Russian family in the borough in 20 years). Eventually, Spektor and her family became part of a community that balanced her Russian Jewish roots with her new home's culture. She continued to practice piano anywhere she could, including at her synagogue, until her family got a piano of their own. Spektor further developed her classical piano training by attending the SUNY Purchase Music Conservatory. During her studies, she was exposed to blues and jazz artists, including Billie Holiday, for the first time; these sounds made such an impact on Spektor that they became a big part of her self-released 2001 debut album, 11:11. At the same time, she was also playing gigs anywhere she could in the city, in venues ranging from basements to parties to comedy clubs. With her frequent performances and another self-released album, 2002's Songs, Spektor developed a following that included Alan Bezozi, They Might Be Giants' drummer; he introduced Spektor to the Strokes' producer, Gordon Raphael. Raphael and Bezozi worked with Spektor on her third album, Soviet Kitsch, in New York and London (where she collaborated with the band Kill Kenada). Soviet Kitsch was initially self-released like her other work, but it eventually found a wider release with Sire Records. Tours with the Strokes, Kings of Leon, Mates of State, and the Moldy Peaches' Kimya Dawson further raised Spektor's profile.

There was a love affair in this building
The kind of love affair, which every respectable building must keep as a legend
Slowly festering through an innocent by the way or have you heard
He was perfect except for the fact that he was an engineer and mothers prefer doctors and law-yers...

Yet despite this imperfection he was clean looking and respectable looking
And you'll never find a mother who doesn't appreciate a natural man
So he grew healthy aloe Vera plants by the window
Healthy teeth in his mouth
Healthy hair on his head
He grew healthy wavy brown hair on his head
The kind that babies always go for with sticky little fingers

Rejazz

Thought I'd cry for you forever
But I couldn't so I didn't
People's children die and they don't even cry forever
Thought I'd see your face in my mind for all time
But I don't even remember what your ears looked like

And the clock still strikes midnight and noon
And the sun still rises and so does the moon
Birds still migrate south and people move on
Even though I'm no longer in your arms
Thought the mountain would crumble
And the rivers would bend
But I thought all wrong and the world did not end
Guess the maps will just have to stay the same for a while
Didn't even need therapy to rehabilitate my smile
Rehabilitate my smile

Thought I'd cry for you forever
But I couldn't so I didn't...

Back Of A Truck

She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the Mother Superior with her carry-on luggage charms
She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door
She had eaten her dog and she was back for more
Back for more, back for more
Oh she was back for more, some more, yes please, some more

Her gym teacher thought himself a sweat-socked demi-god
And her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod
And her front porch gave way beneath the classified weight
And when an ambulance came they said it’s much too late
Oh it’s much too late, oh it’s much too, much too late
Oh it’s much too late, how late? Very late, too late.

Now the people of New Guinea and the people of L.A.
Have been pen pals for years cause they both hate ballet
Only the pandas and bears have made a clean getaway
But the news bulletin claims it's gonna be okay
Now Miss Lucy had a sweatshop where the immigrants worked
Problem was they all turned to pumpkins at the twelve o’clock stroke
Promptly confiscated by police precinct number X
That was when the alien geraniums demanded the facts
No violence, off course, no violence, no violence, off course
Hey no violence, off course, off course, why yes, off course
I mean, I mean, off course, why yes, of…off course

Here the story gets hazy and the hair gets too long
And the T.V. gets quiet as we hear a real bad song
The mothers get whiskey and the girlfriends get tongue
And there’s a back of a truck selling smoke free lungs
And there’s a back of a truck selling alien pods
And there’s a back of a truck selling game show hosts
And there’s a back of a truck selling the souls of the dead
And there’s a back of a truck selling crumb free bread
This is New York!
Now there’s a back of a truck selling the back of a car
And there’s a back of a car selling roadway maps
And there are roadway maps selling a back of a head
Hey how much for that back of a head, man?
Hey wait a minute, hey wait a minute
Wait a minute that’s…wait a minute that’s my back of a head
Hey you can’t sell that man, that’s my back of a head
Hey, hey sell it back to me, man, sell it back to me
Hey it’s, it’s my m-m-m-m-m-m-mine

She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the Mother Superior with carry-on luggage charms
She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door
She had eaten her dog and she was back for more
She had eaten her dog, D-O-W-G
She had eaten a dog, d-d-dog, d-d-dog, dog, dog, dog
She had eaten a…eaten a…eaten…eaten her…ooooh
Mmmmmm…mmmm…mmm
Ohhhh…ohhh….ohhhh
Ooooh….ooooooh…ooooh
Some more, yes please, some more
Some more, yes please, some more

Buildings

He was a husband who drove his wife home drunk from the parties
He was a husband who drove his wife home
And in the car he would gently lean her head on the side door window
And in the bathroom he would hold her hair back and hope, saying;

They build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
So tall these days

And in the morning she'd wake up and crouch recollections all day
But she would always always wake up the next morning
And he'd take one look at her a say baby that's ok
And her conscience would issue yet another last warning, saying;

They build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
So tall these days

And she would ask for time and she'd ask for time
And she would ask for time and she would beg for time
And she would beg for time and beg for time and call it a gift
And he would give her time and he'd give her time
And he would give her time and he'd give her time-
But time is not given and time is not taken
It just sifts through its sift

And it was coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee some more
He'd go to work and she'd take a sick day and rot at the core
And by the time he came back she'd scrub the bathroom and make it smell like pine
It would be almost as if nothing had happened and he'd give her time, saying;

They build buildings, oh they build buildings, oh they build buildings
Oh don't they build buildings, oh they build buildings
They build buildings so tall these days
And she would ask for time and shed ask for time
And she would ask for time and she would beg for time
And she would beg for time and beg for time and call it a gift
And he would give her time and he'd give her time
And he would give her time and he'd give her time-
But time is not given and time is not taken
It just sifts through its sift

He was a husband drove time home pine scrub bathroom window don't they build buildings so tall these days...

Marry Ann

Miss Marry Ann
Kept her man
In porcupine gloves, in porcupine gloves
And on that day
As scheduled
They made porcupine love, porcupine love

So stiff and stuck and prickly
He came in and then back out quickly
But lord not any quicker than according to plan
Like a soldier, one foot in front of the other

Miss Marry Ann
Had a man
Named Stan, Stan Buttler
He had no antlers
He had no center
He had no enter and he had no exit

His hair was short and prickly
He came in and then back out quickly
But lord not any quicker than according to plan
Like a soldier, one foot in front of the other

And how he loved her apple pies,
How he loved her meat loaf,
How he loved her chicken breasts,
How he loved her pudding,
Served promptly at eight o'clock,
Served promptly at seven
Served promptly at ten o'clock,
And promptly at eleven heaven

Miss Marry Ann
Kept her cans
In alphabetical order
Miss Marry Ann
Began to have
Some thoughts of murder

Miss Marry Ann
Began to think
Real hard about her future
Miss Marry Ann
Preferred her meat
To be freshly butchered

Oh she killed him rather quickly
Man that woman was truly sickly
But lord not any sicker than according to plan
Like a soldier, one foot in front of the other

And how he loved her apple pies,
How he loved her meat loaf,
How he loved her chicken breasts,
How he loved her pudding,
Served promptly at eight o'clock,
Served promptly at seven
Served promptly at ten o'clock,
And promptly at eleven heaven

Miss Marry Ann
Kept her man
In porcupine gloves, in porcupine gloves
And on that day
As scheduled
They made porcupine love, porcupine lo-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-apchu!

Flyin'

I went flyin' out of my window
I went flyin' out of my window
Been caught doin' it once or twice
But it feels so real nice
Oh it feels so real nice

Saw the earth and I saw the sky
Saw the earth and I saw the sky
Been caught doin' it once or twigh
But it feels so real nigh
Oh it feels so real nigh
Oh it feels so real nigh

Went to school with them boring teachers
Who thought they was all my preachers
So I went starin' out of my window
I went starin' out of my window
Been caught doin' it once or twice
But it feels so real nice
Oh it feels so real nice,
Oh it feels so real nice, that I might even do it again

One of them took me with him to sleep
Said not to make a peep
Said it'll be a secret we keep
So I didn't make a peep
Kissed my cheek and rubbed my feet
But his kissin' didn't taste so sweet
Told him I just wanted to sleep
So he got mad
And he got madder, and he got maddest of them all

Sent me flyin' out of his window
Sent me flyin' out of his window
Not caught once, not caught twice

And i've been flyin' ever since and i've been flyin' in the skies...

Wasteside

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow
But its better than sleeping by the wasteside of today
All the barbershops and funeral-homes were open
And the customers were coming and the business was doing great

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow
Just dreaming dreams and drooling on my bed
All the people in my town would be born
Then they'd get themselves a little hair cut
And then promptly after they'd be dead

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow
When a drunk girl awoke me on the train
But I did not see her stumbling and I did not hear her mumbling
As I dubbed myself a passenger
And kindly stepped away

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow I was sleeping
I was sleeping I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow
I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow of tomorrow
Ladies and gentlemen
I was just sleeeeee-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow
But it's better than sleeping by the wasteside of today
All the barbershops and funeral-homes were open
And the customers were coming and the business
Was
Doing
Great...

Pavlov's Daughter

The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine
Pickings getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
Regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah

Yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
And I still can't hear
Whadya think I was an amateur
Playin' with my temperature...

If I hear another song about angels
If I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now
If I hear another song about angels
If I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now

My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you flushing your toilet
I hear you turning your thoughts off
I turn mine off too
The only thing I hear is you
And you don't sound nice and you don't sound right
And you don't sound good and you don't sound right

My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turnig your thoughts off
I hear you turning your thoughts off
And it get's quiet, quiet all, quiet...

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning
Heard the bell ring
And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate
So she lay there drooling on her pillow
So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin, and drooling on her pillow
Pavlov's daughter
And it was far away and hazy like a dream
Not a dream, but the ocean,
Not the ocean, but forever...

The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine...
And it gets quiet...
As quiet as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood
Waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow, but nothing happens, it's a cruel joke
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest,
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head,
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head going down stream...
To where...it isn't... Even... Real...rain... At...all...

2.99 Cent Blues

Somewhere far away where I roam
There live my buffalo twin in
In our twin buffalo home, sweet home
He takes good care of my native son
And he calls me by my native name
He, he even lets us drink spring water on Sundays
2.99, 2.99 a gallon
2.99, 2.99 a gallon

And somewhere further down the road
Where I also roam
There lives my caterpillar cousin
Beneath a fancy engraved tomb head stone
In the middle of his southern town
Beneath a cemetery burial plot
And he, he don't pay rent no more, no more
But he sure likes, he sure likes the spot
He sure likes the spot, likes the spot
He sure likes the spot, likes the spot
He sure likes the spot, likes the spot

But in the furthest place i've ever known
Where even I so rarely roam
There lives a boy who just come back from war
His flesh was wounded but he made it back home
His mother calls him by his given name
And the neighbors whisper how he prefers to be alone
And he gets, he gets nightmares about boys
Dripping blood sold for 2.99 2.99 a gallon
Come on just 2.99 2.99 a gallon
Pay up yours 2.99 2.99 a gallon

But when I get me all real tired
And I got no more strength to roam
I catch me a horse driven carriage ride
From a local man named Ethan Frome
He don't say much as he tips his hat
And he carries his body as heavy as lead
And he could have been flying through the snow on his sled
But he wife was in bed and the horses had to be fed
Besides it's 2.99 2.99 a story
Come on just 2.99 2.99 a gallon
Pay up yours 2.99 2.99 a story
Come on baby 2.99 2.99 a story
Come on yours
2.99, 2.99, 2.99, 2.99, 2.99, 2.99, 2.99
2.99, 2.99, 2.99, 2.99, 2.99, 2.99, 2.99....
Oh, 2.99 2.99 a story
Pay up yours 2.99 2.99 a story
Pay up yours just 2.99 2.99 a story
Oh man it's just 2.99 2.99... a gallon

Braille

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
So she named the baby Elvis
To make up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
From then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
'Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs outside of her window
And she knew they'd be destined to become sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
Thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

'Cause it's been turpentine and patches
It's been, cold, cold Campbell's from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
'Cause that's all they knew how to play
All they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
And she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin
Saying why don't I begin again
With turpentine and patches
With cold, cold Campbell's from the can
After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
It's just that he's not around to play along
I'm still an asshole playing with candles
Blowing out wishes, blowing out dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
What's written in Braille upon my skin
On this skin

I Want To Sing

I want to sing to you my love
My only love and happiness
Don't be so blue so blue my love
Take off your shoes take off my dress
I want to sing to you my love
My only love and happiness
Don't be so blue so blue my love
This too shall pass this too shall pass

But tell me, what have I done to deserve you?
Must have done something cause that's how it works
Must have been kind to kittens and birds,
In a previous life must have thought happy thoughts...

'Cause there, you were there right beside me
Then somehow inside me while inside myself
Books on the shelf thoughts on the shelf
Hands to myself, i should definitely keep my hands to myself

Love is a dangerous pastime
Caught between madness and gladness of flight
Nothing is wrong and nothing is right
Falling asleep in your arms every night

But Love's such a strange situation
Full of frustration and anger and fear
Everything's tears
Nobody hears
Nobody's here, and nobody hears...

I want to sing to you my love
My only love and happiness
Don't be so blue so blue my love
Take off your shoes take off my dress
I want to sing to you my love
My only love and happiness
Don't be so blue so blue my love
This too shall pass, this too shall pass...

Sunshine

Mr. Sunshine in the morning
In the morning light
Won't you come down from the ceiling
Won't you stay the night
Baby won't you stay the night

In the summer I remember days so long and hot
These past weeks it has been raining
And now my song's a flood
Baby now my song is a flood

You've been driving down that same road
Road rage in your eyes
So won't you come down from the ceiling
Won't you hear my cries
Won't you hear my cries

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonder bread and
Went right back to bed
And the history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us
Not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me i was beautiful and
Came into my bed
Oh i cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that i'd done alright
And kissed me till the morning light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonder bread and
Went right back to bed
Oh we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And the history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us
Not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

Oedipus

I'm the king's thirty-second son
Born to him a thirty-second time
Born to him with my hair still on
Born to him with two eyebrows on
And that's all i was wearing
When i woke up staring at the world

My mom had been a rather crazy queen
But not at all like sex machine
She liked to keep her body clean clean
Thought the world to be quite obscene
But she'd retire to her chambers
And we'd remain quite strangers

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

I'm the king's thirty-second son
Man, all it took was thirty seconds' time
But a spoiled little prince i was not
Had a chamber maid and a chamber pot
And there's thirty-one others just like me
There's thirty-one others i can be

Sometimes i'd stand by the royal walls
The sky'd be so big that it broke my soul
And i'd stand on my toes to catch a glimpse
Of my mother's eyes and my mother's skin
But she'd retire to her chambers
And we'd remain quite strangers
And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

And one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex
Then one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh

Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh

Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the

I'm the king's thirty-second son
There's thirty-one others just like me
There's thirty-one others on the way
There's thirty-one others after that

Sometimes i stand by the royal gate
People screaming love and hate
And they scream and they scream
And they scream and they scream
Long live the king!
Long live the queen!

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

And one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex
Then one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh

Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number

Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two

Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king

Prisoners

All of the prisoners serving life sentences
Wait for the earth to suddenly shake
For the walls to somehow suddenly come crumbling, tumbling and
For the bars to somehow magically break

There's nothing wrong with them
That a thousand bucks can't fix
That a thousand arms can't hold down
In the ground they're tattooing the stones with
Cusses like cavemen - your mama was here

But they want to run through the air with no barriers or obstacles
Gunmen or guard dogs or priests
And to rise from the mud and start over and over
With the people all dead

If hans christian andersen could've had his way with me then
None of this shit would have ever gone down
In my cell i'm tattooing myself with
Mermaids and swallows and though i do swallow
My mama thinks i'm grown but i'm really just little
And someday i will remember

Reading Time With Pickle

Walking home from work
Stop at the supermarket
The condiment aisle
A jar of pickles catches the eye
Made eye contact with a solitary pickle
Bought the jar, took it home

Then made it up the stairs
And made it through the doorway
And waded through the floor
Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom
The truest room in the whole damn house

Saying love is the answer to a question that i have forgotten
And i know i've been asked
So the answer's got to be love

So feeding time with tv
Then sleeping time, not sleepy so
Reading time with pickle
But where the bedside lamp had been
Is now emanating soft soft green

Has it always been this way?
Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed?
Maybe now things will start to change
And life will turn a better page
No more rage

Saying love is the answer to a question that i have forgotten
But i know i've been asked
And the answer's got to be love

Tomorrow back to work again
But run to the supermarket
Running hopeful through the aisles
Haven't been this happy in a long time
But not a single jar was smiling
After all,
Pickle jars are just
Pickle jars and pickles are just pickles
Ingredients: water, salt, cucumbers,
Garlic, and pickling spices

Love is the answer to a question that i have forgotten
And i know i've been asked
And the answer's got to be love

Consequence of Sounds

My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
And they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
And tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
Nutrition values
And i absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds

Got a soundtrack in my mind
All the time
Kids screaming from too much beat up and they don't even rhyme
They just stand there on a street corner
Skin tucked in and meat side out
And shouting - i'd like to turn them down but there ain't no knob
Born into picket fences
Not into picket lines
All this hippie shit's for the sixties
Only cliché in our times, but
What if one of these days your heart will just stop ticking
And they sort of just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking?
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds

Did you know that the gravedigger's still getting stuck in the machine
Even though it's a whole other daydream?
It's another town, it's another world
Where the kid's asleep, and the loans are paid, and the lawns are mowed
What'd you think--all the gravediggers were gone just cause one song is done?
There's always another one
Waiting right around the bend
Till this one ends
Then it begins squeaky clean and it starts all over again

The weather report keeps on tossing and turning
Predicting and warning and warning and warning of
Possible leakage from news publications and
Possible leakage from news tv stations, that
Very same morning right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing
The national geographic was being too graphic
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic

The world's got a nosebleed, it said, and we're flooding
But we keep on cutting the trees in the forest
And we keep on paying those freaks on the tv
Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us and
Sweating like demons they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on cause silence is harder and
No one's the killer and no one's the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
And prophets are silent and rotting away cause
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds

Daniel Cowman

On the day that daniel Cowman stopped existing
The world should've ended right then and there
Precisely at four-fifteen when he stopped existing
The world should've ended
How could it go on?
How could it go on?
How could it go on?

Oh and I don't exist
I don't exist…

And now that we got that straight, doesn't mean that i can fly
Doesn't mean that i can go do whatever i want
Now that we got that clear, and you know that i'm not here
Doesn't mean that i can go do whatever i please

The premature ejaculation of his death sentence
Hit daniel in the face like a big round spitball
And everything got hazy in the courtroom
And then he stood up and then he sat back down
Another two times in a row
And everything got real slow like a gunshot in the movies
And he remembered heroin boy walking through the door
Bouncing off the walls and the floor
Taking off his belt, taking off his pants
Filling up the bathtub, getting ready to go in for a swim
Singing, i don't exist...

And now that we got that straight, doesn't mean that i can fly
Doesn't mean that i can go do whatever i want
Now that we got that clear, and you know that i'm not here
Doesn't mean that i can go do whatever i please
And he start remembering and remembering and remembering
And remembering…

The heroin boy'd walk through the door
And he was screaming and everybody was, like,
What're you screaming as if it's the end of the world?
And he was, like, well it is
And i was sitting in the corner with my pants down
And i was sure someone next door was blowing up balloons
And they was red and orange

And there was this one lady at the bar and she was trying to buy gin
And this other lady at the bar and she was trying to sell gin
And it worked out good for the boths of them
And heroin boy started taking off his belt
Started taking off his pants, started taking off his shoes
Filling up the bathtub, getting ready to go in for a swim
I says, no--you're gonna drown
And he says, no--i can't drown
Simply because
Shhhh...

A man destined to hang
Can never drown,
A man destined to hang
Can never drown,
A man destined to hang
Can never ever drown.

A man destined to drown
Can never burn,
A man destined to drown
Can never burn,
A man destined to drown
Can never ever burn.

A man destined to fry
Can never ever ever
A man destined to fry
Can never ever ever
A man destined to fry
Can never ever ever die…
In any other way but frying,
Lucky that I'm dying
By hanging and not drowning.

So now that we got that straight
Can't I just be left alone?
I want to take a fuckin' bath.

Bon Idée

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love

Don't tell your secret to anyone
Because ideas are vulnerable
As soon as you say your idea out loud
Then it can go and live on its own
And you will miss it oh so much
And you will wait for its return
And you will wish it were your own
But ideas that left never come back home

Don't tell your mother that you are afraid
Don't tell your lover that your heart might break
Don't tell your gods that you no longer believe
Because as soon as you say it out loud they will leave you
And you will miss them oh so bad
And you will wait for their return
And you will wish they were your own
But gods that have left you will never grace your home

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love

Don't tell your secret to anyone
Because ideas are vulnerable
As soon as you say your ideas out loud
Then they can go and live on their own without you
And you will miss them oh so bad
And you will wait for their return
And you will wish they were your own
But ideas that left will never come back home

Aching to Pupate

Pu-pupate, pu pate,
Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate…

I should peddle butterflies
There's a shortage in the city
I'll stand on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy
When the passers-by pass by
I will open up my trenchcoat
They will see the butterflies
Dangling like fake rolexes

Every morning i'll wake up
With a purpose and a smirk
I'll put on my fake moustache
I'll drink heineken, eat cornflakes
Then i'll call my mom and dad
Tell them that i'm doing fine
Or i'll write a tipsy letter
To a real good friend of mine
Or i'll jump up on the bed
Waltzing madly with the broomstick
But before i leave the house
I will fill my lips with lipstick

But peddling is a dirty sport
There's competition in the city
Everyone is on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy
Some are selling bags and shoes
Some are selling books and gold
I've been standing here for days
Not one butterfly's been sold

And how i'm aching to pupate...
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
(repeats 4x)
Pu-pu-pate, pupate,
Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate.

Lounge

I don't care that flowers grow for you and me...and me
You don't know what love is till you see her standing there
A web of skin and nails and hair
And bones and bones
And thoughts rush in and
Arch your head, you think you are alive
But you are dead, you keep
On driving in your car asleep...

I don't know why flowers grow in wintertime
The sky turns gray, the sun don't shine
And people rush to be
On time for work, they
Wrap themselves in woolen cloaks
And hats and scarves
Like larva in their incubated cars
Like larva in their cars
And drive...until they get away

Lacrimosa

We keep on burying our dead
We keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow, the sun doesn't help
The rain doesn't help

If my garden would have a fence
Then the rabbits couldn't just come in
And sit on the grass and eat all the flowers
And shit

Hi, I'm Icarus
I'm falling down
Man for judgement must prepare me
Spare oh god in mercy
Spare me

Man I have a terrible feeling
That something's gone awful very wrong with the world
Is it something we made
Is it something we ate
Is it something we drank

Hi I'm Icarus
I'm falling
From the dust of earth
Returning back for judgement
We must prepare
Spare oh god and mercy
Spare me

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa

They keep on burying our dead
They keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow
The sun doesn't help
And all we've got isn't a giant crop of names
And dates

Hi I'm Icarus, I'm falling down
On this day of tears and mourning
From the dust of earth returning
Man for judgement must prepare me
Spare oh god and mercy
Spare me

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa

Lacrimosa dies ilia
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus,
Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona els requiem.

Lulliby

I know that you cannot be here
I know that you are not mine, no
Looking out the window at another window
I see toenails changing colors
Like the leaves of fall

If you often smile but often don't smile
Which do you do more often--smile or not?
I dreamt a hydrant was covered in snow
A white light glowing below

I know that you cannot be here
I know that you are not mine, no
Looking out the window at another window
I see toenails changing colors
Like the leaves of fall

Ne Me Quitte Pas

Down in Bowery they lose their ballads
And their lipped mouths in the night
And stumbling through the street they say
Sir do you got a light
And if you do then you're my friend
And if you don't then you're my foe
And if you are a deity of any sort then please don't go

Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas

Down in Lexington they walk in new shoes stuck to aging feet
And close their eyes and open
And recognize the aging street
And think about the things were right
When they were young and veins were tight
And if you are the ghost of Christmas past
Then won't you stay the night

Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas oh oh oh
Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas

Down in Bronxy Bronx the kids go sledding
Down snow covered slopes and frozen noses, frozen toes
And the frozen city starts to glow
And yes they know it will pass
And yes they know New York will thaw
But if you're a friend of any sort
Then play along and catch a cold

Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas oh oh oh
Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas

I love Paris in the rain, I love Paris in the rain
I love I love I Love in the rain
I love Paris in the rain, I love Paris in the rain
And I Love I love I love in the rain
I love I love I love in the rain

Down in Paris they walk fast
That is unless they're walking slow
And in cafes they look away
That is unless they look right in
And in the gardens I'm getting lost
That is unless I'm getting found
And if you are the ghost of New York City
Then won't you stick around

Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas oh oh oh
Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas

I love Paris in the rain, I love Paris in the rain
I love I love I love in the rain
I love Paris in the rain, I love Paris in the rain
I love I love I love in the rain
And I love I love I love in the rain...

The food that I’m eating
Is suddenly tasteless
I know I’m alone now
I know what it tastes like
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones
Like you might make a dollar
I’m inside your mouth now
Behind your tonsils
Peaking over your molars
You’re talking to her now
And you’ve eaten something minty
And you’re making that face that I like
And you’re going in, in for the kill, kill
For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss

I need your money, it’ll help me
I need your car and I need your love x2
So won’t you help a brother out?
Won’t you help a brother out?
Won’t you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?

Just break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
You might make a dollar
Dollar, might make a dollar

So won’t you help a brother out?
Won’t you help a brother out?
Won’t you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?

So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones
(You might make a dollar)
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones

Poor Little Rich Boy

Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone
You wish that they hadn’t, you don’t wanna be alone
But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own
Poor little rich boy all the couples have gone, they’ve gone, they’ve gone

And you don’t love your girlfriend
You don’t love your girlfriend
And you think that you should but she thinks that she’s fat
But she isn’t but you don’t love her anyway
And you don’t love your mother
And you know that you should
And you wish that you would
But you don’t anyway

Poor little rich boy, oh the world is okay
The water runs off your skin and down into the drain
You’re reading Fitzgerald, you’re reading Hemingway
They’re both super smart and drinking in the cafés

And you don’t love your girlfriend
You don’t love your girlfriend
And you think that you should but she thinks that she’s fat
But she isn’t but you don’t love her anyway
And you don’t love your mother
And you know that you should
And you wish that you would
But you don’t anyway

You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
You’re so goddamn young
You’re so goddamn young
You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
You’re so goddamn young

And you don’t love your girlfriend
And you don’t love your girlfriend
And you don’t love your girlfriend
And you don’t love your girlfriend

Carbon Monoxide

Carbon monoxide
Soon i’ll go to sleep
If I don’t got my socks on right
They slide right off of my feet
As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk
Walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk

Carbon monoxide
As I take you home
The first time I get my socks on right
But I don’t have a gas mask on
As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a,
Walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a
Walk you home
Yeah
I’m so cool, I’m so cool, I’m so cool
Walk-a, walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk-a, walk,
Walk, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a
Walk you home
Yeah
I’m so cool, I’m so cool, I’m so cool

Come on daddy x8

Carbon monoxide
Soon we’ll go to sleep
No one will notice we’re gone
Cause we don’t have a job to keep
They’ll just say that we’re being lazy
Sex-crazed, sex-crazed
They’ll just say we’re living our whole life in bed
And we’ll be in bed but we’ll be oh so very much
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a
Dead-a, D-dead
Yeah
But we’re so cool, we’re so cool, we’re so cool
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a
Dead-a, D-dead
Dead
But we’re still cool, we’re still cool, we’re still cool

Come on daddy, come on daddy
Come on, come on, come on daddy
Come on daddy, come on daddy
Come on daddy, come on daddy
Come on daddy, come on daddy
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Carbon monoxide
Carbon monoxide

The Flowers

The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully
They might so I'm waiting and staying awake
Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep
I'll never know if I go to sleep

The papers around me are piling
And twisting regina the paper back mummy
What then
I'm taking the knife to the books that i own
And chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone
Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep
I'll never know if I go to sleep
Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep
I'll never know if I go to sleep

Us

They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountaintop
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs have fun, have fun

They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptor's mama sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Were living in a den of thieves

And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

Sailor Song

She will kiss you til your lips bleed
But she will not take her dress off
Americana
Tropicana
All the sailor boys have demons
They sing oh kentucky why did you forsake me
If I was meant to sail the sea why did you make me
It should have been another state
Oh stay...

Cause Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch

Does it matter that our anchor
Couldn't even reach the bottom of a bath tub
And the sails reflect the moon it's such a strange job
Playing blackjack on the deck
Still...Atop this giant puddle
Dressed in white we quietly huddle with our missiles
And we miss the girls back home
Oh home sweet home...

Cause Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch

She will kiss you til your lips bleed
But she will not take her dress off
Americana, tropicana
Americana, tropicana
Americana, tropicana

Bear :
Regina...Regina...

Reg :
What?

Bear :
When is that song gonna start?

Reg :
Which song?

Bear :
The song that goes like 'Da na na na na na na na'

Reg :
Oh...it's gonna start in a minute.
You just gotta wait.

Bear :
Ok
Regina! Start it already!

Reg :
It's gonna start in a second
You just gotta wait!
It's gonna start
Now!

Your Honor

I kissed your lips and I tasted blood
I asked you what happened and you said there'd been a fight
You said i've been fighting for your honor but you wouldn't understand
I said hold on your honor i'll get ice for your hand

Oh you been fighting for my honor and I don't understand
But hold on your honor i'll get ice for your hand...

You said come on baby let's just make love it's the only thing to make me better
You said come on let's just get you out of that sweater
I said I don't kiss losers and I don't kiss winners
And I don't fight for honor cause we all are born sinners

Gargle with peroxide a steak for your eye
But I'm a vegetarian so it's a frozen pizza pie
You tell me that you care and you never do lie
And you fight for my honor but I just don't know why

Mary had a little lamb with fleece as white as snow
You've got me and I'm just a common 'ho
But I know what I am and I know what I ain't
So don't get cut cause I still won't be no saint

Gargle with peroxide a steak for your eye
But I'm a pizzatarian so it's a frozen pizza pie
You tell me that you love me and you never do lie
And you fight for my honor but I just don't know why
You fight for my honor and I don't understand
But hold on your honor i'll get ice for your hand...

Ghost of Corporate Future

A man walks out of his apartment
It is raining
He's got no umbrella
He starts running beneath the awnings trying to save his suit
Tryin to dryin to tryin to dry but no good

When he gets to the crowded subway platform he takes off both of his shoes
He steps right into somebody's fat loogie
And everyone who sees him says "ewwww"
Everyone who sees him says "ewwww"

But he doesn't care cause last night he got a visit from the Ghost of Corporate Future
The Ghost said take off both your shoes whatever chances you get
Especially when they're wet
He also said

Imagine you go away on a business trip one day
And when you come back home
Your children have grown
And you never made your wife moan

And people make you nervous
You'd think the world was ending
And everybody's features
Have somehow started blending
And everything is plastic
And everyone's sarcastic
And all your food is frozen
It needs to be defrosted
You'd think the world was ending
You'd think the world was ending
You'd think the world was ending right now

Well maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee
And never ever watch the 10 o'clock news
Maybe you should kiss someone nice or lick a rock or both
Maybe you should cut your own hair cause that can be so funny
It doesn't cost any money and it always grows back
Hair grows even after you're dead

People are just people
They shouldn't make you nervous
The world is everlasting
It's coming and it's going
If you don't toss your plastic
The streets won't be so plastic
And if you kiss somebody
Then both of you'll get practice

The world is everlasting
Put dirtballs in your pockets
Put dirtball's in your pockets
And take off both your shoes
Cause people are just people
People are just people
People are just people like you

People are just people
People are just people
People are just people like you

The world is everlasting
It's coming and it's going
The world is everlasting
It's coming and it's going
It's coming and it's going

Chemo Limo

I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and babysat all four of my kids
Then in my dream I told the doctor off he said "if you don't wanna do it
Then you don't have to do it"
He said "the truth is you'll be ok anyway"

Then in my dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor went and had a talk with my boss
Something about insurance policies
They kept the door closed at all times
I couldn't hear or see
When they came out they said "you'll be ok anyway"
And I smiled cause I'd known it all the while

No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you
I ain't about to pay for this shit
I can afford chemo like i can afford a limo and on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine
No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you
I ain't about to die like this
I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo
And besides this shit is making me tired it's making me tired it's making me tired
You know I planned to retire someday
But mama's gonna go out in style
Go out in style
This shit is making me tired
It's making me tired, it's making me tired
Mama gonna go out in style

When I woke up the kids were being quiet
I knew it was a dream right away I called the limousine company
Then I got dressed
I dressed the kids as well
The limousine pulled in and we piled in
The doctor he asked which way we were headed
I said "sir let's just go west" and he listened obediently

Sophie only wanted to listen to radio BBC
Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me all about the meanies
Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea looking out of the window
And Barbara, she looks just like my mom
Oh my Barbara she looks so much like my mom

No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you
I ain't about to pay for this shit
I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo
And any given day I'd rather ride a limousine
No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you
I ain't about to die like this
I can afford chemo like i can afford a limo
And besides this shit is making me tired
It's making me tired, it's making me tired
You know I plan to retire someday
But mama gonna go out in style
Go out in style
This shit is making me tired
It's making me tired, it's making me tired
Mama gonna go out in style
Go out in style
Style

I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over
And babysat all four of my kids
I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over
And babysat all four of my kids

Sophie only wanted to listen to radio BBC
Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me all about the meanies
Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea looking out of the window
And Barbara, she looks just like my mom Oh my God, Barbara she looks so much like my mom
Oh my Barbara she looks so much just like my mom...

Somedays

Somedays aren't yours at all
They come and go as if they're someone elses days
They come and leave you behind some elses face
And it's harsher than yours
And colder than yours

They come in all quiet sweep up and then they leave
And you don't hear a single floor board creak
They're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep by your side

Downtown, downtown
I'm not here, not anymore
I've gone away
Don't call me don't write

I'm in love with your daughter
I want to have her baby I'm in love with your daughter
So can I please

Downtown, downtown
I'm not here
Not anymore
I've gone away don't call me don't write
I've gone away don't call me don't write

Somedays aren't yours at all
They come and go as if they're someone elses days
They come and leave you behind some elses face
And it's harsher than yours

(Shake it up)

I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart

And suppose I never ever met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose you never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
Break my fall

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better
Gonna get better
Better better better better
Better better better

I never love nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting by heart truly
I got lost
In the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
Breaks my
Heart
Breaks my heart

If I kiss you where it’s sore
If I kiss you where it’s sore
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all

Born like sisters to this world
In a town where blood ties are only blood
If you never say your name out loud to anyone
They can never ever call you by it

If I kiss you where it’s sore
If I kiss you where it’s sore
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all

You’re getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder
And I don’t understand, and I don’t understand
But if I kiss you where it’s sore
If I kiss you where it’s sore
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all
Anything at all
Will you feel anything at all
Anything at all
Will you feel anything at all
Anything at all...

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonder bread
And went right back to bed
And the history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us
And the bible didn't mention us
Not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and
Came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me till the morning light
The morning light
And kissed me till the morning light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonder bread
And went right back to bed
Oh we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And the history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us
Not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

On The Radio

This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some words
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again

On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
(oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio

Field below

I wish I'd see a field below
i wish I'd hear a rooster crow
But there are none who live downtown
And so the day starts out so slow
Again the sun was never called
And darkness spreads over the snow
Like ancient bruises
I'm awake and feel the ache
But I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd see a field below

I wish I'd see your face below
I wish I'd hear you whispering low
But you don't live downtown no more
And everything must come and go

Again the sun was never called
And darkness spreads over the snow
Like ancient bruises
I'm awake and feel the ache
I'm awake and feel the ache
But I wish I'd see a field below
But I wish I'd see a field below
I'm awake and feel the ache
But I wish I'd see a field below
I'm awake and feel the ache
But I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd see a field below

Come in, come in
Come into my world I've got to show
Show show you
Come into my bed
I've got to know
Know know you

I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my fool
Will never be my fool

Floaters in my eyes
Wake up in an hotel room
Cigarettes and lies
I am a child, it's too soon

I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my fool
Will never be my fool

A little bag of cocaine
A little bag of cocaine
So who's the girl wearing my dress
I figured out her number
Inside a paper napkin
But I don't know her address I wade downstairs

The porter smiles to me a smile
I've bought
With a couple of gold coins
A sign that I've been caught

I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my dear
Will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear dear friend, dear dear friend...

A little bag of cocaine
A little bag of cocaine
So who's the girl wearing my dress
I figured out her number
Inside a paper napkin
But I don't know her address

Come in, come in
Come into my world I've got to show
Show show you
Come into my bed
I've got to know
Know know you

I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my dear
Will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear dear friend, dear dear friend...

I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice

Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Après moi, le déluge
After me comes the flood

I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice

Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Après moi, le déluge
After me comes the flood

Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Après moi, le déluge
After me the flood

Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Après moi, le déluge
After me comes the flood

I, oh, must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice

He's a wounded animal
He lives in a matchbox
He's a wounded animal
And he's been coming around here

He's a dying breed
He's a dying breed

His daughter is twenty years of snow falling
She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes
She's twenty years of clean
She never truly hated anyone or anything

She's a dying breed
She's a dying breed

She says I'd prefer the moss
I'd prefer the mouth
A baby of the swamps
A baby of the south
I'm twenty years of clean
And I never truly hated anyone or anything
Twenty years of clean
Twenty years of clean

But I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes

But I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes

While you stare at your boots
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
Feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz

That time

Hey remember the time when I found a human tooth down on Delancey
Hey remember that time we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth
Hey remember that time when my favorite colors were pink and green
Hey remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines
So cheap and juicy, tangerines

Hey remember that time when I would only read Shakespeare
Hey remember that other time when I would only read the backs of cereal boxes
Hey remember that time I tried to save a pigeon with a broken wing
A street cat got him by morning and I had to bury pieces of his body in my building’s playground
I thought I was going to be sick, I thought I was going to be sick

Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Camels
Hey remember that time when I was broke
I didn’t care I just bummed from my friends
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum...

Hey remember that time when you od’ed
Hey remember that other time when you od’ed for the second time
Well in the waiting room while waiting for news of you I hallucinated I could read your mind
And I was on a lot of shit too but what I saw, man, I tell you it was freaky, freaky

Edit

White lines on your mind
Keep it steady
You were never ready for the lies

White lines on your mind
Keep it steady
You were never ready for the lies

You don't have no doctor Robert
You don't have no uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit

You don't have no doctor Robert
You don't have no uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit
Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit...

You don't have no doctor Robert
You don't have no uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit
Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit...

Lady

Lady sing the blues so well
As if she mean it
As if it's hell down here
In the smoke-filled world
Where the jokes are cold
They don't laugh at jokes
They laugh at tragedies

Corner street societies
But they believe her
They never leave her
While she sings she make them feel things
She says, i can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

And I have walked these streets so long
There ain't nothing right, there ain't nothing wrong
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret
Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets
Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree
She says, i'm free
Sings so soft as if she'll break, says
I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

I have walked these streets so long
There ain't nothing right, nothing wrong
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

But on this stage
I've learned to fly
Learned to sing
And learned to cry
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

But now it's time
To say goodbye
Some might laugh
But I will surely cry
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

Lady lights a cigarette
Puffs away, and winter comes
And she forgets

Summer in the city

Summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage
And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I’ve been staying up and drinking in a late night establishment
Telling strangers personal things

Summer in the city, I’m so lonely lonely lonely
So I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers
And I did feel like coming but I also felt like crying
It doesn’t seem so worth it right now

And the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking
They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise
At the site of a beautiful woman they feel nothing but
Anger, her skin makes them sick in the night nauseaous, nauseaous, nauseaous

Summer in the city, I’m so lonely lonely lonely
I’ve been hallucinating you, babe, at the backs of other women
And I tap on their shoulder and they turn around smiling
But there’s no recognition in their eyes

Oh summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage
And don’t get me wrong, dear, in general I’m doing quite fine
It’s just when it’s summer in the city, and you’re so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes

When it’s summer in the city
And you’re so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes

A Cannon

A cannon was fired by the light of the moon
I'm waiting, the boat should be here very soon
And I mind less and less all the silly pictures that hang round my room, for now
I write you a letter
I hope you feel better
I hope you forgive the transgretions
I've given you love
And i've given you anger as well
And I meant them both
I always knew it was coming this way
Was coming this way
I always knew a big boat would come and take me away
Take me away
I stood on my bed
Then I slipped in my dress
Then I ran through the halls
Like a ghost
And in case someone heard me
I grabbed the big dagger that I'd never use
Unless
Barefeet on the cobblestones street
Then a peach
Then a splash
Then my ankles
My knees
Then my thighs
And my eyes open-wide
I threw myself right into the sea
And I could see it was coming my way
Was coming my way
I always knew a big boat would come and take me away
Take me away
Take me away
I've woken up once
And i've twice
And i've woken up millions and millions of times
Somebody's got to tell all the people to be like the water
Somebody's got to tell all the people to be like the water
I would if I could
But I can't so I don't
My heart breaks too easy
My words get all jumbled
And when I wear lipstick
Then no-one understands me at all
They think I'm saying hello and goodbye
Hello and goodbye
What I'm really saying is
(whispering)
They think I'm saying hello and goodbye
Hello and goodbye and hello
What I'm really saying is
(whispering)
I've woken up once
And i've woken twice
And i've woken up millions and millions of times

Hero

He never ever saw it coming at all
He never ever saw it coming at all
He never ever saw it coming at all
It's alright...

Hey, open wide, here comes original sin
Hey, open wide, here comes original sin
Hey, open wide, here comes original sin
It's alright...

No-one's got it all
No-one's got it all
No-one's got it all

Power to the people
We don't want it, we want pleasure
And the TVs try to rape us
And I guess that they're succeeding
And we're going to these meetings
But we're not doing any meeting
We're trying to be faithful but we're
Cheating, cheating, cheating

Hey, open wide, here comes original sin
Hey, open wide, here comes original sin
Hey, open wide, here comes original sin
It's alright...

No-one's got it all
No-one's got it all
No-one's got it all
Power to the people
We don't want it, we want pleasure
And the TVs try to rape us
And I guess that they're succeeding
And we're going to these meetings
But we're not doing any meeting
We're trying to be faithful but we're
Cheating, cheating, cheating
I'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved!
I'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved!
I'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved!
I'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved!

It's alright...

No-one's got it all
No-one's got it all
No-one's got it all
All, all, all, all, all
All, all, all, all, all
All, all, all, all, all
All, all, all, all, all
All, all, all, all, all
All, all, all, all, all

In another town
Don't let me forget
In another town
Mouth full of regrets
In another town
Please place final bets
But I know I know I know

In another town
My fingers so cold
In another town
My soul feels so old
In another town
I've sold all my gold
In another town
But I know I know I know

I love you...

In another town
They've given me the key
In another town
I'm drinking for free
In another town
A girl just like me
In another town
But I know I know I know

In another town
The light fills my room
In another town
They're painting my moon
In another town
I won't see it soon
But I know know I know

I love you...

Dear someone listening in the shadows
I only talk to you sometimes
And though I ask for help in riddles
It is clearer in my mind
Clearer in my mind

Born of a sign that carries vessels
But in a month as cold as ice
I know I question things too quickly
But I have never questioned if I've loved
Loved

Dear someone watching from the shadows
I'm clenching water in my fists
The drops, they slip right through my fingers
But there's water on my lips
Water on my lips

Born of a sign that carries vessels
But in a month that brings just ice
I know I question things too quickly
But I've never wondered if I've loved

Dear someone watching from the shadows
You've seen me lose all the water from my hands
I'm not a skillful water carrier
But the raindrops keep falling on my head
Falling on my head

Born of a sign that carries water
But in a month that brings just ice
I'm not a skillful water carrier
But I've learned to carry love
Learned to carry love

I’m not a skillful water carrier
But I’ve learned to carry love
Love, love, love

A boy on a train with a birthmark on his forehead
Listening to language tapes and all he hear is birds
Everyone laughs cause he brings his own chair to the office
Convinced that the cushions will give him sturdier thighs

The muscles of the intellectuals are atrophying
Nobody’s running, nobody’s hiding
They’re lit by a light that isn’t even the sun
Lit by a light that isn’t even the moon
Ave maria…

Now how many times have i told you not to go there?
How many times have i begged you not to go?
And how many times have you snuck down to that cellar
Just to watch how the roots begin to grow straight up through our floor?

Baby Jesus

You know that statue
That statue of baby Jesus
In the window
In the window of the 99 cent store
Last night I saw the owner kiss it
And whisper in its ear
I was walking home from Walgreen's
And he did not hear me see him
And on the very very next morning
All the subway cars were hallelu-leluing
Welcome back the baby king, the baby king
All the believers they were smiling
And winking at each other
I could honestly say I was scared for my life

They said all the non-believers they get to eat dirt
And the believers get to spit on their graves
All the non-believers they get to eat dirt
And the believers get to spit on their graves
All non-believers, all non-believers, all non-believers
All non-believers, all non-believers, all non-believers

You know that statue
That statue of baby Jesus
In the window
In the window of the 99 cent store
Well, they've been showing it on the news
It was thirty times its size
With a megaphone and a heart-shaped bruise
It was hovering in the skies
And all the subway cars were hallelu-lelu-leluing, hallelujah
Welcome back the baby king, the baby king
All the believers they were smiling
And winking at each other
I could honestly say I was scared for my life

They said all the non-believers they get to eat dirt
And the believers get to spit on their graves
All the non-believers they get to eat dirt
And the believers get to spit on their graves
All non-believers, all non-believers, all non-believers
All non-believers, all non-believers, all non-believers
Believe!
Believe!
Believe, believe, believe!
Believe!
Believe!
Believe, believe, believe!
Believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe, believe!

You know that statue
That statue of baby Jesus
In the window
In the window of the 99 cent store
When I woke up I ran and bought it
And locked it in my closet
With a little bread and water
And a flashlight and a first aid kit till he grows

You have tamed me
Now you must take me
How am I supposed to be
I don't have my thorns now
But I feel them sprouting
They'll grow right through if I don't watch them
They'll grow right through even if I watch them
And a sunset couldn't save me now
These baobabs, and baobabs, and baobabs some more
But you can't outwait fate
You have tamed me
Now you must take me
T-t-ta-t-t-ta-t-t-ta-tt-ta-t-t-ta-tt-ta-t-t-ta-t-t-ta
And I wouldn't raise my child inside the city anyway
They grow up too savvy
And they grow up too fast
And they know about buying shit
And they know about sex
And they know about investment banking
And also about brokerage burns
And they know about the numbers
And they know about the words
And they know about the bottom lines
And also about stones
And they know about careers
And about the real deals
And they all grow up and become people's people with people skills
But you have tamed me
Now you must take me
How am I supposed to be
I don't have my thorns now
You have tamed me
Now you must take me
How am I supposed to be
I don't have my tho-or-or-or-orns

Bartender

( Begin To Hope iTunes Bonus CD )

Come on bartender
Won't you be more tender
Give me two shots of whiskey
And a beer chaser
Love will be the death of me
Love is so fickle
Cause it starts with a flood
And it ends with a tr-tr-tr-tr-tr-tr-tr-tr-trtrickle

Come on bartender
Just a little more tender
I ate all your peanuts
Return me to sender
I've been too candid
Now I'm barely standing
Just call me a taxi
And prepare me for landing

Ooh, you have got to kick me back out
Into the cold and nasty weather
And maybe if i sober up
I will stop pretending that love is forever
Love is forever
Come on bartender(x3)
(x2)

Love will be the death of me
Love will be the death of me
Love will be the death of me
Love is so fickle
Cause it starts with a flood
And it ends with a tr tr tr tr tr tr tr tr tr tr trickle
Trickle
Trickle
Trickle
Trickle
Trickle
Come on bartender
Come on bartender
Come on bartender

Bobbing for apples in Somalia
The man with the iron curtain is followin' you

No-one’s coming for teatime except my own holy ghost

You somewhere far, probably drinkin' a whiskey
I'm datin' Jack Daniels and Caleb's with Miss Niki T
Nachos with cocoa, hey!
To each his own

Lovely people, lovely places
I can't remember names and I can't remember faces
Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs

Hey light fixture, you are much too bright
Why won't you stay with me through the night
Just grab my pillow tight and wait for the dizziness to pass

Rock'n roll you ate my soul
You suck dry my bones
But you spit out my mole
I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

Lovely people, lovely places
Drunken faces, slurrin' their phrases
I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

You're so jealous
I'm so lonely
You'll never forgive me but I love you only
I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

You so jealous
I'm so lonely
You'll never forgive me but I love you only

Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs
Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs
Someone next door's fucking to one of my
One of my
So-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ongs
Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs

I met mata hari
She was in no hurry
The firing squad had their guns in the air
My invitation said 'Bring your own shovel'
I brought my own shovel
B Y O S
Bring your own shovel and shovel up the mess

Oh, lately all my friends
Clip their teeth with nail clippers
They want them much straighter, much nicer, more even
Well I thought I'd do something nasty as well
I brought my own shovel, dug up this here well

Then i shuffled my feet and i sniffed at the smells
Then i dropped in some horses and dropped in some sheep
Then i cuddled up my grandma put her in there to sleep
Then i licked up the envelope in it i sent
All the bones and the bones and the braids from my hair

Oh, oh, and darling I'm all shook up now
Oh oh, baby I'm all shook up now
Oh, oh, darling I'm all shook up
Bring your own shovel
Bring your own shovel
Bring your own shovel
B Y O S
Bring your own shovel
Bring your own shovel
Bring your own shovel
B Y O S
B Y O S
B Y O S
B Y O
B Y O
B Y O S

You are so sweet
Dancing to the Beat

There's a meat market down the street
The boys and the girls watch each other eat

You are so sweet, so sweet
Dancing and moving to that beat, that beat

There's a meat market down the street
The boys and girls watch each other eat
The boys and the girls watch each other eat
When they really just wanna watch each other
Sleep
They want to watch, to watch each other
Sleep, sleep sleep
Sleep yep
They want to watch, to watch each other
Sleep, sleep, sleep

You are so sweet
once more
You are so sweet
solo

I went walking through the city
Like a drunk, but not
With my slip showing a little
Like a drunk, but not
And I am one of your people
But the cars don't stop
And I am one of your people
But the cars don't stop
And it's been a long time since before I been touched
Now I'm getting touched all the time
And it's only a matter of whom
And it's only a matter of when

An addiction to hands and feet
There's a meat market down the street
The boys and girls watch each other eat
When they really just wanna watch each other sleep

An addiction to hands and feet
There's a meat market down the street
The boys and girls watch each other eat
When they really just wanna watch each other

Sleep yep
They want to watch, to watch each other
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep yep
They want to watch, to watch each other
Sleep, sleep, sleep

They want to watch, to watch each other
They want to be watched, they want to be watched
They want to be touched, to touch each other
They want to sleep, they want to be slept
They want to watch, to watch each other
They want to be watched, they want to be watched
They want to be touched, to touch each other
They want to sleep, they want to be slept
They want to watch, to watch each other
They want to be watched, they want to be watched
They want to be touched, to touch each other
They want to sleep, they want to be slept
They want to watch, to watch each other
They want to watch,
To watch each other, to watch each other

Watch each other
Watch each other
Watch each other
Watch each other
Watch each other...

December starts on Sunday
Next Sunday, won't you feel happier then?
Turn your room upside down
Turn your down upside
Rumors have started that you are in love again
Rumors that are completely unsubstantiated

Come on and say you're sorry,
Real sorry for the trouble that you caused
Can't you see all this love?
Can't you see all this love?

Come on and say you're sorry,
Real sorry for the trouble that you caused
Can't you see all this love?
Can't you see all this love?

We are not evacuating this house
We don't believe in you and your wrecking crew

We are not evacuating this house
We don't believe in you and your wrecking crew

We don't believe in you and your wrecking crew

We don't believe in you X6

In Düsseldorf I met a clown
His nose, it was red
In Gelterkinden I forgot to frown
Then remembered again
In Paris I saw a big fish
Swimming slow in the Seine
It made me hopeful that someday our
Water will be breathable again

In Frankfurt I heard ein zwei drei
Counting cookies and no one was shot
In Berlin stopped by the polizai
For drunk driving and everyone smiled
In Prague I knew I’d been a witch
Burnt alive, a pyre of Soviet kitsch
It made me miss my Moscow muttdom
It made me miss my New York nothing…

In Montpellier I stayed in a château
A boy climbed into my bed and he knew no boundaries
And in Amsterdam I got quite crazy
Might have been all the tulips and canals
Or it might have been all that hash, and in
Barcelona, buenos dias, chocolato, le Picasso
And in Brussels, clean-cut hostel
And in London, me and the French existentialists…

In Corsica I floated away
All the way to Marseille
I should have held an afterparty
For all the thoughts I didn’t say
In Düsseldorf I met a dwarf
With bad breath and a really good tan
In Gelterkinden I remembered how to laugh
And I never ever forgot it again…

Folding Chair

Come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze
There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies

Let’s get a silver bullet trailer and have a baby boy
I’ll safety-pin his clothes all cool and you’ll grafitti up his toys
I’ve got a perfect body, though sometimes I forget
I’ve got a perfect body cause my eyelashes catch my sweat
Yes, they do, they do…

Now i’ve been sitting on this abandoned beach for years
Waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears
But every time the tide come in to take me home
I get scared, and I’m sitting here alone
Dreaming of the dolphin song…

Maybe one day you will understand
I don’t want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand
Till that day just please don’t be so down
Don’t make frowns, you silly clown

Just come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze
There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes
And the waves are just a frothier version of the skies

There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes…

It ain't no cover

It ain't no cover
It ain't no style
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But I adore him
And I implore him
Saying i love none other
But this ain't no style

He sits there smoking
His breath away
He sits there choking
On what they say
But I adore him
And I implore him
Saying one of these mornings
I'm going away

The sun is setting
The day is done
Good night, my lover
Good night, my son
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But I love none other
'Til the day that i die
Until the day that I die, die, die, die, die ,die
Until the day that I die, die, die, die
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But I love none other
'Til the day that I die

Someone said the local lake had been enchanted
Others said it must have been the weather
The neighbours were trying to keep it quiet
But I swear, I could hear the laughter
So they jokingly nicknamed it ‘The Porridge’
It was overnight that lake turned as thick as butter
But the local kids would still go swimming, drinking
Saying that to them it doesn’t matter

If you just hold in your breath till you come back up in full
Hold in your breath till you’ve thought it through, you fool

The genius next door was bussing tables
Wiping clean the kechup bottle labels
Getting high and mumbling German fables
Didn’t care as long as he was able
To strip his clothes off by the dumpsters
At night while everyone was sleeping
And wade midway into that ‘Porridge’
Just him and the secret he was keeping

Hold in your breath till you come back up in full
Hold in your breath till you’ve thought it through, you foolish child

Hold
Hold

In the morning, the film crews start arriving
With coffee, donuts and reporters
The kids were waking up hungover
The neighbours were starting up there cars
The garbagemen were emptying the dumpsters
Atheists were praying full of sarcasm
And the genius next door was sleeping
Dreaming that the antidote was orgasm

Hold in your breath till you come back up in full
Hold in your breath till you’ve thought it through, you foolish child

I've been looking at you all night long
I've been looking at you all night long
You with your street-walking shoes
And your street-walking eyes
I see nothing wrong

But don't look at me that way, baby
I can't help you
My life is just a melody and chords, chords, chords
Don't look at me that way, baby
I can't help you
My life is just a melody and chords, chords, chords

I go home so broke and lonely
But now I got in my pockets
All these rhyming words and more words and more words

Besides, here comes your baby
Better look away
Better give her kiss and buy her a glass of chardonnay

Don't worry about me, baby
My life is just live entertainment
But I stopped caring a long time ago
Yeah, I don't give a fuck
Cause it pays the rent

But I'm just a happy hooker
Riding bisycles and boys in the park
Never was much of a looker
But always knew my way around in the dark

Loving is just a pastime
Singing's just a pastime too
Life is just a pastime
And we're passing right through

I've been looking at you all night long
I've been looking at you all night long
You with your street-walking shoes
And your street-walking eyes
I see nothing wrong
You with your street-walking shoes
And your street-walking eyes
I see, I see
I see nothing, nothing, nothing wrong at all

Just like the movies

It's just like the movies, i eat from the trees
If i do not open the curtains then i cannot see
All the people run by...

My heart eats beats...
My heart eats love...

You are mistaken cause i do not bite
Over the williamsburg bridge on a bike
And if he loves me then why does he leave...

Don't say goodbye like you're burying him
Cause the world is round and he might return...

But if he loves me then why does he leave...

Loveology

Oh, an incurable humanist you are
Oh, an incurable humanist you are
Oh, an incurable humanist you are
Oh, an incurable humanist you are

Let's go to the movies
I will hum you a song about nothing at all
Let's go to the movies
I will hum you a song about nothing at all

Let's go to the movies, Let's go to the movies
Nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at all

Oh, An incurable humanist you are
Oh, An incurable humanist you are

Let's go to the movies
I will hum you a song about nothing at all

Let's go to the movies
I will sing you a song about nothing at all

Let's go to the movies, Let's go to the movies
Nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at all

Sit down class, open up your textbooks to page forty-two

Porcupine-ology, antler-ology, car-ology, bus-ology, train-ology plane-ology
Mama-ology, papa-ology,you-ology, me-ology, love-ology, kiss-ology, stay-ology, please-ology.

Let's study class, let's study class. Sit down.

Love-ology, love-ology, I'm sorry-ology, forgive me-ology, love-ology, love-ology
I'm sorry-ology, forgive me-ology, love-ology, Love-ology.

Let's study class, let's study class

Love-ology. Let's study class, sit down

Love-ology, love-ology, I'm sorry-ology, forgive me-ology, love-ology
Love-ology. I'm sorry-ology, forgive me-ology, love-ology, Love-ology

Love-ology Love-ology Love-ology Love-ology Love-ology Love-ology

Oh, an incurable humanist you are
Oh, an incurable humanist you are
Oh, an incurable humanist you are
Oh, forgive me, Oh, forgive me, Oh.
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me-ology (x6)

Julian & Regina:
Oh yes, we're falling down
Oh yes, we're falling down
Oh yes, we're falling down
Oh yes, we're falling down
Oh yes, we're falling down
Oh yes, we're falling down
Oh yes, we're falling down
Oh yes, we're falling down
(So fucking help me up)

( Begin to hope Bonus CD )

Life inside the music box ain't easy
The malots hit the gears are always turning
And everyone inside the mechanism
Is yearning
To get out
And sing another melody completely
So different from the one they're always singing
I close my eyes and think that i have found me
But then i feel mortality sorround
I want to sing another melody
So different from the one i always sing
But when i do the dishes
I run the water very very very hot
And then i fill the sink to the top with bubbles of soap
And then i set all the bottle caps i own afloat
And it's the greatest voyage in the history of plastic
And then i slip my hands in and start to make waves
And then i dip my tongue in a take a taste
It tastes like soap but it doesn't realy taste like soap
And then i lower in my whole mouth and take a gulp
And start to feel mortality surround me
I close my eyes and think that i have found me
But life inside the music box ain't easy
The mallets hit the gears are always turning
And every one inside the mechanism
Is yearning to get out
Is yearning to get out
Is yearning to get out...

My man don't treat me right
Don't kiss me sweet good night
Don't buy me flowers to smell
He's a rotten boy from hell

My man don't treat me good
He eats up all my food
And he leaves me such a mess
They say i'm cursed, but I am blessed

Cause he loves me, he loves me
He really, really loves me
And his eyes are bluer
Than the bluest sky above the city
You don't agree
Well, what a pity
He loves me, yes, he does

My man don't treat me sweet
He walks the empty street
And he drinks and smokes and swears
And they say he doesn't care

My man he breaks my heart
He tears me all apart
And he leaves me such a mess
They say I'm cursed, but I am blessed

Cause he loves me, he loves me
He really, really loves me
And his eyes are bluer
Than the bluest sky above the city
You don't agree
Well, what a pity
He loves me, yes, he does

Oh, my man, I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just a spare
But i don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright
Alright

What's the difference if I say
I'll go away
When I know I'll come back on
My knees someday
For whatever my man is
I'm his
Forevermore

Oedipus

( live )

I'm the king's thirty-second son
Born to him a thirty-second time
Born to him with my hair still on
Born to him with two eyebrows on
And that's all i was wearing
When i woke up staring at the world

My mom had been a rather crazy queen
But not at all like sex machine
She liked to keep her body clean clean
Thought the world to be quite obscene
But she'd retire to her chambers
And we'd remain quite strangers

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

I'm the king's thirty-second son
Man, all it took was thirty seconds' time
But a spoiled little prince i was not
Had a chamber maid and a chamber pot
And there's thirty-one others just like me
There's thirty-one others I can be

Sometimes I’d stand by the royal walls
The sky'd be so big that it broke my soul
And I’d stand on my toes to catch a glimpse
Of my mother's eyes and my mother's skin
But she'd retire to her chambers
And we'd remain quite strangers

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

And one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus Oedipus Oedipus Oedipus
Then one morning I woke up
And I thought Rex Rex Rex
And one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus Oedipus Oedipus Oedipus