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

A veteran of New York's anti-folk scene, songwriter Regina Spektor makes quirky, highly eclectic, but always personal music. Born and raised in Moscow until age nine, 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. Meanwhile, she continued to practice piano anywhere she could, including at her synagogue, until her family got a piano of its 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. 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. On the strength of 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, and both worked with Spektor on her third album, Soviet Kitsch, in both 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. She also toured the U.K., where the success of "Us" as a European single led to the release of the CD/DVD retrospective Mary Ann Meets the Gravediggers and Other Short Stories early in 2006. That summer, Begin to Hope, her first album of original material for Sire, arrived. Begin to Hope enjoyed popularity on both sides of the Atlantic and went gold in America, where it also cracked the Top 20. After taking several years to tour and compose new material, Spektor returned in 2009 with Far, which featured a bevy of star producers, including Jeff Lynne, David Kahne, Mike Elizondo, and Garret "Jacknife" Lee. Spektor's first-ever live release, Live in London, was recorded and filmed at London's legendary Hammersmith Apollo, and released in 2010. In summer 2011, Spektor reunited with Elizondo in Los Angeles to begin recording her next album, What We Saw from the Cheap Seats. The dark, driving single "All the Rowboats" arrived the following February, and the album itself was released in May 2012.




11:11
- 2001-07-09 -


 
Love Affair
Rejazz
Back Of A Truck
Buildings
Marry Ann
Flyin'
Wasteside
Pavlov's Daughter
2.99 Cent Blues
Braille
I Want To Sing
Sunshine

Songs
- 2002-07-15 -

Samson
Oedipus
Prisoners
Reading Time With Pickle
Consequence of Sounds
Daniel Cowman
Bon Idée
Aching to Pupate
Lounge
Lacrimosa
Lulliby
Ne Me Quitte Pas


Soviet Kitsch
- 2004-08-17 -

Ode To Divorce
Poor Little Rich Boy
Carbon Monoxide
The Flowers
Us
Sailor Song
Whispers
Your Honor
Ghost of Corporate Future
Chemo Limo
Somedays
 


Begin to Hope
- 2006-06-13 -

Fidelity
Better
Samson
On The Radio
Field Below
Hotel Song
Apres Moi
20 Years Of Snow
That Time
Edit
Lady
Summer In The City


Far
- 2009-06-23 -



The Calculation
Eet
Blue Lips
Folding Chair
Machine
Laughing With
Human Of The Year
Two Birds
Dance Anthem Of The 80's
Genius Next Door
Wallet
One More Time With Feeling
Man Of A Thousand Faces

What We Saw From The Cheap Seats
- 2012-05-29 -



Small Town Moon
Oh, Marcello!
Don't Leave Me
(Ne Me Quitte Pas)
Firewood
Patron Saint
How
All the Rowboats
Ballad Of A Politician
Open
The Party
Jessica

Call Them Brothers (Bonus Track)
The Prayer Of François Villon (Molitva)
(Bonus Track)
Old Jacket (Stariy Pedjak)
(Bonus Track)

REMEMBER US TO LIFE
- 2016-09-30 -



Bleeding Heart
Older And Taller
Grand Hotel
Small Bill$
Black And White
The Light
The Trapper And The Furrier
Tornadoland
Obsolete
Sellter Of Flowers
The Visit
New Year
(bonus track)
The One Who Stayed And The One Who Left
(bonus track)
End Of Thought
(bonus track)

Non Albums Tracks
- Misc -

8th Floor
AB
A Cannon
All is love
Aquarius
Ave Maria
Baby Jesus
Baobabs
Bartender
Bear Spektor
Belt
Blood Of Eden
Bobbing for apples
BYOS
Chelsea hotel #2
December
Dog and Pony
Dulce et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori
Düsseldorf
Hallelujah
Happy Hooker
 Hero of the story
I cut off my hair
In another town

It Ain't no cover
Just like the movies
Kids
A Lesson in How Fleeting Preservation Is


Non Albums Tracks
- Misc -

Little Boxes
Long Brown Hair
Loveology
Love me Or Leave me
Love profusion
Love, You're A Whore
Lucky Penny
Making records
Mermaid
Mockingbird
Modern Girls And Old Fashioned Men
Music box
The Mustard Musketeers
My Dear Acquaintance (A Happy New Year)
My Man
No Surprises
Oedipus
One-String Blues
Paris
Pound of flesh

Raindrops
Real love
Reginasaurus
Riot Gear
Scarecrow & fungus
School is Out
Secret stash (a.k.a No one)
Silly Eye-Color Generalizations


Non Albums Tracks
- Misc -

Soho
The Bronx
The Call
The Noise
The Soup
The Sword & The Pen
The virgin queen
Time is all around
Uh-Merica
Uncle Bobby
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
You
You've Got Time
 


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11:11

Love Affair

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 her 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

 

Songs

Samson

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

*** Thanx a lot to Amanda who corrected a mistake ***

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

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate...

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 on Bowery
They lose their ball eyes and their lipped mouths in the night
And stumbling through the streets 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

And down on Lexington
They're wearing new shoes stuck to aging feet
And close their eyes and open and not recognize the aging street
And think about how 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 Bronx-y Bronx the kids go sledding down snow covered slopes
And frozen noses frozen toes, the frozen city starts to glow
And yes they know that it'll melt
And yes they know New York will thaw
But if you are 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...

Soviet Kitsch

Ode To Divorce

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 

*** Thanx a lot to Jenna who corrected a mistake ***

Whispers

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

Begin to Hope

Fidelity

(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 it's 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

Better

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 sad, sad, getting sad, 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...

Samson

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 worms
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
Then 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

Hotel song

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...

Après moi

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

Russian Poem by Boris Pasternak :

(tranliteration:)
февраль достать чернил и плакать
писать о феврале навзрыд
пока грохочущая слякоть
весною чёрною горит
(phonetic:)
Fevral'. Dostat' chernil i plakat'!
Pisat' o fevrale navzryd,
Poka grohochuschaya slyakot'
Vesnoyu chernoyu gorit.
(translation:)
February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.

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

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

20 Years Of Snow

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...

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
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

 

Far

The Calculation

You went into the kitchen cupboard
Got yourself another hour
And you gave half of it to me
We sat there looking at the faces
Of the strangers in the pages
Til we knew them mathematically
They were in our minds until forever
But we didn't mind, we didn't know better

So we made our own computer
Out of macaroni pieces
And it did our thinking while we lived our lives
It counted up our feelings
And divided them up even
And it called that calculation perfect love
Didn't even know that love was bigger
Didn't even know that love was so...

Hey, this fire, it's burning, burning us up...

So we made the hard decision
And we each made an incision
Past our muscles and our bones
Saw our hearts were little stones
Pulled them out, they weren't beating
And we weren't even bleeding
As we lay them on a granite countertop
We beat them up against each other...
We struck them hard against each other...
We struck them so hard, so hard, until they sparked

Hey, this fire, it's burning, burning us up...

Eet

It's like forgetting
the words to your favorite song
You can't believe it
You were always singing along
It was so easy
And the words so sweet
You can't remember
You try to feel a beat eeet eeeet eeet

You spend half of your life
Trying to fall behind
You're using your headphones
To drown out your mind
It was so easy
And the words so sweet
You can't remember
You try to move your feet eet eeet eeet

Someone's deciding
Whether or not to steal
He opens a window
Just to feel the chill
He hears that outside
A small boy just started to cry
Cuz it's his turn
But his brother won't let him try

It's like forgetting
The words to your favorite song
You can't believe it
You were always singing along
It was so easy
And the words so sweet
You can't remember
You try to move your feet
It was so easy
And the words so sweet
You can't remember
You try to feel the beat-t-t-t-t-t

Blue Lips

He stumbled into faith and thought
God this is all
There is
The pictures in his mind arose
And began
To breathe
And all the gods in all the worlds
Began colliding on a backdrop of blue

Blue lips
Blue veins

He took a step
But then felt tired
He said, I'll rest
A little while
But when he tried
To walk again
He wasn't
A child
And all the people hurried past
Real fast and no one ever smiled

Blue lips
Blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet from far, far away
Blue lips
Blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet from far, far away

He stumbled into faith and thought
God this is all
There is
The pictures in his mind arose
And began
To breathe
And no one saw and no one heard
They just followed
Lead
The pictures in his mind awoke
And began
To breed

They started off beneath the knowledge tree
Then they chopped it down to make white picket fences
They marched along the railroad tracks
And smiled real wide for the camera lenses
They made it past the enemy lines
Just to become enslaved in the assembly lines

Blue lips
Blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet from far, far away
Blue lips
Blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet from far, far away
Blue
The most human color
Blue
The most human color
Blue
The most human color
Blue lips
Blue veins
Blue, the color of the planet from far, far away

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…

Machine

My eyes are bifocal
My hands are sub jointed
I live in the future
In my pre-war apartment
And I count all my blessings
I have friends in high places
And I'm upgraded daily
All my wires without traces

Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into hooked into
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into
Hooked into machine

I collect my moments
Into a correspondence
With a mightier power
Who just lacks my perspectives
And who lacks my organics
And who covets my defects
And I'm downloaded daily
I am part of a composite

Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into, hooked into
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into
Hooked into machine

Everything's provided
Consummate consumer
Part of worldly taking
Apart from worldly troubles
Living in your pre-war apartment
Soon to be your post-war apartment
And you lived in the future
And the future
It's here
It's bright
It's now

Laughing With

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor

No one laughs at God when the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one's laughing at God when it's gotten real late
And their kid's not back from that party yet
No one laughs at God when their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake
No one's laughing at God when they see the one they love
Hand in hand with someone else and they hope they're mistaken

No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door
And they say we've got some bad news, sir
No one's laughing at God when there's a famine, fire or flood

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they're 'bout to choke

God can be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they've lost all they've got
And they don't know what for

No one laughs at God on the day they realize that the last sight they'll ever see
Is a pair of hateful eyes
No one's laughing at God when they're saying their goodbyes

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they're 'bout to choke

God can be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughing at God in a hospital
No one's laughing at God in a war

No one's laughing at god when they're starving or freezing or so very poor

No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
We're all laughing with God

Human Of The Year

Hello, hello
Calling a Karl Projektorinski to the front
Of the cathedral, you have won
Dear sir
May I congratulate you first
Oh, what an honor

Human!
Human of the year!
You've won!
Human!
Human of the year!
You've won

Why are you so scared
You stand there shaking in your pew
The icons are whispering to you
They're just old men
Like on the benches in the park
Except their balding spots are
Glistening with gold

Human
Human of the year
You've won
Human
Human of the year
You've won
Won
On
On
You have won

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Outside the cars are beepin'
Out a song just in your honor
And though they do not know it
All mankind are now your brothers

And thus the cathedral had spoken
Wishing well to all us sinners
And, with a sigh, grew silent
Till next year's big human winner

Outside the cars were beepin'
Out a song just in your honor
And though they do not know it
All mankind are now your brothers
All mankind are now your brothers

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Hello, hello
Calling a Karl Projektorinski to the front
Of the cathedral
You have won!

Two birds

Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away
And the other
Watches him close
From that wire
He says he wants to as well
But he is a liar

I'll believe it all
There's nothing I won't understand
I'll believe it all
I won't let go of your hand

Two birds on a wire
One says, come on
And the other says, I'm tired
The sky is overcast
And i'm sorry
One more or one less
Nobody's worried

I'll believe it all
There's nothing I won't understand
I'll believe it all
I won't let go of your hand

Two birds of a feather
Say that they're always
Gonna stay together
But one's never going
To let go of that wire
He says that he will
But he's just a liar

Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away
And the other
Watches him close
From that wire
He says he wants to as well
But he is a liar

Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away
And the other

Dance anthem of the 80'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...

Genius Next Door

Some said the local lake had been enchanted
Others said it must have been the weather
The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet
But I swear that I could hear the laughter
So they jokingly nicknamed it the porridge
'Cause overnight that lake had 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
Til you come back up in full
Hold in your breath
Til you thought it through
You fool

The genius next door was bussing tables
Wiping clean the ketchup 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

You just hold in your breath
Till you come back up in full
Hold in your breath
Till you thought it through
You foolish child

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

Just hold in your breath
Till you come back up in full
Hold in your breath
Till you thought it through
You foolish child

Wallet

I found a wallet
I found a wallet
Inside were pictures of your small family
You were so young
Your hair dark brown
You had been born in nineteen fifty-three

Your winter birthday
Was stamped on the plastic
Of a license so recently expired
I was so tired
As I walked through my door
I let all the contents of your wallet on the floor

And like a holy relic
Or a mystery novel
I thumbed them in the dim light
Searching for a clue
A blockbuster card
An old stick of juicy fruit
A crumpled receipt
For a pair of leather boots

I have no wallet
I have no wallet
I keep my cards together with a blue rubber band
And with a free hand
I search in my pockets
For pieces of, pieces of paper and change

I'll take your wallet
To my local blockbuster
They'll find your number
In their computer
You'll never know me
I'll never know you
But you'll be so happy
When they call you up

One More Time With Feeling

Your stitches are all out, but your scars are healing wrong
And the helium balloon inside your room has come undone
And it's pushing up at the ceiling and the flickering lights it cannot get beyond

Oh, everyone takes turns, now it's yours to play the part
And they're sitting all around you holding copies of your chart
And the misery inside their eyes is synchronized reflecting into yours

Hold on
One more time with feeling
Try it again
Breathing's just a rhythm
Say it in your mind until you know that the words are right
This is why we fight

You thought by now you'd be so much better than you are
You thought by now they'd see that you had come so far
And the pride inside their eyes would synchronize into a love you'll never know
So much more than you can show

Hold on
One more time with feeling
Try it again
Breathing's just a rhythm
Say it in your mind until you know that the words are right
This is why we fight
This is why we fight

Man Of A Thousand Faces

The man of a thousand faces
Sits down at the table
Eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her

He begins his quiet ascension
Without anyone's steady instruction
To a place of no religion
He's found a path to her likeness

His words are quiet like stains are
On a tablecloth washed in a river
Stains that are trying to cover
For each other
Or at least blend in with the pattern

Good is better than perfect
Scrub till your fingers are bleeding
And I'm crying for things
I tell others to do without crying

He used to go to his favorite bookstores
And rip out his favorite pages
And stuff 'em into his breast pockets
The moon, to him, was a stranger

And now he sits down at a table
Without anyone's steady instruction
Begins his quiet ascension
To a place of no religion

He's found a path to her likeness
He eats a small lump of sugar
Smiles at the moon like he knows her

 

What We Saw From The Cheap Seats

Small Town Moon

I must have left a thousand times
But everyday begin the same
'Cause there's a small town in my mind
How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me
How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Oh, baby, baby, it's all about the moon
I wish you wouldn't have broke my camera
'Cause we're gonna get real old real soon
Today we're younger than we ever gonna be
Today we're younger than we ever gonna be
Woo!
Today we're younger than we ever gonna be

Stop, stop, what's the hurry
Come on, baby, don't you worry, worry
Everybody not so nice, nice
Everybody not so nice, nice

Stop, stop, what's the hurry
Come on, baby, don't you worry, worry
Everybody not so nice, nice
Everybody not so nice, nice

Thought you ought to know by now
I thought you ought to know by now
Everybody not so nice, nice
Everybody not so nice, nice

Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
It's all about the moon
I must have left a thousand times
But there's a small town in my mind

How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me
How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me
Woo!
How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me
Oh, how can I leave without hurting everyone that made me, oh-oh!
How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me, oh
How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me

Oh, Marcello!

Oh, Marcello, how I wonder
The Madonna, she tell the truth, no
She been saying, I'll have a baby
When he grow up he become a killer

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Understood

Oh, Marcello
Never thought I'd really love you
But I do so
My head waiter's head on your platter
Just say the word and Salome can kiss my gutters
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Understood, understood

Una mille, una mille, una mille, una mille
Una mille, una mille, una mille, una mille

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Understood, understood

Oh, Marcello, how I wonder
The Madonna, when she speak she tell the truth, no
She been saying, I'll have a baby
When he grow up he become a killer and kill everybody

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Understood, understood

Oh, Marcello
Oh, Marcello

Don't Leave Me (Ne Me Quitte Pas)

Down on Bowery
They lose their ball eyes and their lipped mouths in the night
And stumbling through the streets 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

And down on Lexington
They're wearing new shoes stuck to aging feet
And close their eyes and open and not recognize the aging street
And think about how 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
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
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 Bronx-y Bronx the kids go sledding down snow covered slopes
And frozen noses, frozen toes, the frozen city starts to glow
And yes they know that it'll melt
And yes they know New York will thaw
But if you are 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 in the rain
Oh I love Paris in the rain, I love Paris in the rain
I Love I love in the rain
Oh I love I love in the rain
Oh I love I love in the rain
Oh I love I love in the rain...

Firewood

The piano is not firewood yet
They try to remember but still they forget
That the heart beats in threes
Just like a waltz
And nothing can stop you from dancing

Rise from your cold hospital bed
I tell you you're not dying
Everyone knows you're going to live
So you might as well start trying

The piano is not firewood yet
But the cold does get cold
So it soon might be that
I'll take it apart
Call up my friends
And we'll warm up our hands by the fire
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Don't look so shocked
Don't judge so harsh
You don't know
You're only spying
Everyone knows it's going to hurt
But at least we'll get hurt trying

The piano is not firewood yet
But a heart can't be helped
And it gathers regret
Someday you'll wake up
And feel a great pain
And you'll miss every toy you've ever owned

You'll want to go back
You wish you were small
Nothing woll console your crying
You'll take the clock off of your wall
And you'll wish that it was lying

Love what you have
And you'll have more love
You're not dying
Everyone knows
You're going to love
Though there's still no cure for crying

Patron Saint

She's the kind of girl
Who smash herself down
In the night

She's the kind of girl
Who fracture her mind
Till it's light

She'll break her own
Heart
And you
Know
That she'll break your heart too
So darling, let go of her hand

She been skipping days
Spilling her drinks in the sink
And you know
She never coming home
Never coming home
A-Again

But when, when, when
She open her eyes, eyes, eyes
Beyond the
Chipping paint of the window pane
Lies, lies, lies

Her patron saint
Broken and lame
And absolutely insane
For learning
That true love
Exists

So darling, let go of her hand
Let go of her hand
Let go of her hand
Let go of her hand

Let go of her hand
Let go of her hand
Let go of her hand

You'll be to blame
For playing this game
And learning
That true love
Exists

She's the kind of girl
Who smash herself down
In the night

She's the kind of girl
Who fracture her mind
Till it's light

She'll break her own heart
And you
Know
That she'll break your heart too
So darling, let go of her hand
Darling, let go of her hand
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
You'll be to blame for
Playing this game
And learning
That true love
Exists

Broken and lame
And knowing
That true love
Exists

The pain, the pain, the pain
And knowing
That true love
Exists

How

How
Can I forget your love
How can I
Never see you again

There is a time and place
For one more sweet embrace
And there's a time, oh
When it all oh,
Went wrong

I guess
You know by now
That we will meet again
Somehow

How baby how
Can I begin again
How can I
Try to love someone new
Someone who isn't you
How can our love be true
When I'm not oh
I'm not over you

I guess you know by now
That we will meet again
Somehow

Time
Can come and take away the pain
But I
Just want my memories to remain
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
To hear your voice
To see your face
There's not one moment
I'd erase
You are a guest here now

So baby how
Can I forget your love
How can I
Never see you again

How can I ever know
Why some stay others go
When I don't, no
I don't want you to go

I guess I know by now
That we we will meet again
Somehow

Time
Can come and wash away the pain
But I
Just want my mind to stay the same

To hear your voice
To see your face
There's not one moment
I'd erase
You are guest here now

So baby how
Can I forget your love
How can I
Never see you again

All the Rowboats

All the rowboats, in the paintings
They keep trying to row away
And the captain's worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves

They'll keep hanging, in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats, in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Hear them whispering, French and German
Dutch, Italian and Latin
When no one's looking, I touch a sculpture
Marble, gold, and soft as satin

But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
In glass coffins, they keep coughin'
They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
First there's lights out, then there's lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless
There's a price to pay, and a consequence

All the galleries, the museums
"Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs"
They're just public mausoleums
The living dead fill every room

But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
In glass coffins, they keep coughin'
They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing

They will stay there, in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away

First there's lights out, then there's lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless
There's a price to pay, and a consequence
All the galleries, the museums
They will stay there forever and a day
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away

Ballad of a Politician

A man inside a room
Is shaking hands with other men
This is how it happens
Our carefully laid plans

Shake it, shake it baby
Shake your ass out in that street
You're gonna make them scream someday
You're gonna make it big

You love so deep, so tender
Your people and your land
You love 'em 'til they can't recall
Who they are again

Work it, work it baby
Work your way 'round that room
You're gonna make it big someday
You're gonna make a boom

But I am, but I am
But I am not a number, not a name
But I am, but I am
But I am a carefully laid plan

Shake what your mama gave you
You know that it won't last
You're gonna taste the ground real soon
You're gonna taste the grass
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
A man inside a room
Is shaking hands with other men
This is how it happens
Our world under command

Shake it, shake it baby
Shake your ass out in that street
You're gonna make us scream someday
You're gonna make us weep

You're gonna make us scream someday
You're gonna make it big

Open

I am
Down the road and up the hill
I wait for you still
Wires 'round my fingers

Potentially lovely
Perpetually human
Suspended and open
Open
Open

I am
Through the woods and past the trains
I wait here in vain
Scrubbing out the stains again

Potentially lovely
Perpetually human
Haphazardly open
Open
Open

In a night the snow starts falling
And everybody stares
Through the windows at the streetlights
Too beautiful to see
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I am
In a room I've built myself
Four straight walls
One floor
One ceiling
And day after day I wake up feeling
Day after day I wake up feeling
Feeling

Potentially lovely
Perpetually human
Suspended and open

Open
Open
Open

Open up
Your eyes
And then
Ah

The Party

You're like a party
Somebody threw me
You taste like birthday
You look like New Year
You're like a big parade through town
You leave such a mess but you're so fun

Tell all the neighbors
To start knocking down walls
To grab their guitars
And run out to the halls
And we'll be coming out right along
To sing 'em my new song

For every place
There is a bus
That'll take you
Where you must
Start counting all your money and friends
Before you come back again
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
For every road
We can't retrace
For every memory
We can't face
For every name that's been erased
Let's have another round

May I propose a little toast
For all the ones who hurt the most
For all the friends that we have lost
Let's give them one more round of applause

But you're like a party
Somebody threw me
You taste like birthday
You look like New Year
You're like a big parade through town
That leaves such a mess
But you're so fun

Jessica

Jessica, wake up
Jessica, wake up

It's February again
We must get older
So wake up

I can't write a song for you
I'm out of melodies

I can't write a song for you
But I am asking, please

Jessica, wake up
Jessica, wake up

It's February again
It's February again
We must get older now
So please, wake up

We must get older now
So please, wake up

Call Them Brothers

( Only Son feat. Regina Spektor )

That's it, it's split, it won't recover
Just frame the halves and call them brothers
Find your fathers and your mothers
If you remember who they are

Over and over they call us their friends
Can't we find something else to pretend
Like nobody's won and we're safe at the end
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
In the darkness the film machine's spinning
So let's leave it on
We'll be out in the street
Before anyone knows that we're gone

That's it, it's split, it can't recover
Just frame the halves and call them a whole
And chip at the bricks and fill up your pockets
With the pieces of the wall that you stole

The hunt is on, everyone's chasing
Everyone's chasing a shot
A shot rings out, nobody wants it
Nobody wants it to stop

That's it, it's split, it won't recover
Just frame the halves and call them brothers
Find your fathers and your mothers
If you remember who they are
If you remember, if you remember
If you remember who they are

The Prayer Of François Villon (Molitva)

(Originally by Bulat Okudzhava)

Poka Zemlya esche vertitsya
Poka esche yarok svet
Gospodi, day zhe tyi kazhdomu
Chego u nego net
Umnomu day golovu
Truslivomu day konya
Day schastlivomu deneg
I ne zabud pro menya

Poka Zemlya esche vertitsya
Gospodi, tvoya vlast
Day rvuschemusya k vlasti
Navlastvovatsya vslast
Day peredyishku schedromu
Hot do ishoda dnya
Kainu day raskayanie
I ne zabud pro menya

Ya veryu: tyi vse umeesh
Ya veruyu v mudrost tvoyu
Kak verit soldat ubityiy
Chto on prozhivaet v rayu
Kak verit kazhdoe uho
Tihim recham tvoim
Kak veruem i myi sami
Ne vedaya, chto tvorim
Gospodi moy Bozhe
Zelenoglazyiy moy

Poka Zemlya esche vertitsya
I eto ey stranno samoy
Poka ey esche hvataet
Vremeni i ognya
Day zhe tyi vsem ponemnogu
I ne zabud pro menya
Day zhe tyi vsem ponemnogu
I ne zabud pro menya

Old Jacket (Stariy Pedjak)

(Originally by Bulat Okudzhava)

Ya mnogo let pidzhak noshu
Davno potersya i ne nov on.
I ya zovu k sebe portnogo
I pereshit pidzhak proshu

Ya govoryu emu shutya
"Perekroite vse inache
Sulit mne novyie udachi
Iskusstvo kroyki i shitya"

Ya poshutil. A on pidzhak
Serezno tak pereshivaet
A sam-to vse perezhivaet
Vdrug chto ne tak
Takoy chudak

Odna zabota nayavu
V ego userde molchalivom
Chtobyi ya vyiglyadel schastlivyim
V tom pidzhake
Poka zhivu

On predstavlyaet eto tak
Edva lish ya pidzhak primeryu
Opyat v tvoyu lyubov poveryu
Kak byi ne tak
Takoy chudak

Opyat v tvoyu lyubov poveryu
Kak byi ne tak
Takoy chudak

 

REMEMBER US TO LIFE

Bleeding Heart

What you got on tap
I'll take two of that
I'm chasing a story I heard
When I was here last
At the back of the class
You pretended you never got lost

You're at the back of the class
In the back of the bus
Sitting out at the dance
Always saying "no thanks"
When they see you around
You look down at the ground
But when they walk away
You wish they'd stayed

Never never mind bleeding heart, bleeding heart
Never never mind your bleeding heart
Never never mind bleeding heart, bleeding heart
Never never mind your bleeding heart

You can't help but stare
At everyone there
It's you versus everyone else
Your outfit's a crime
You feel their cold minds
Placing you under arrest

And you serve your time
Drinking all night long
Staring at the walls
Of your jail-like home
Listening to that song
'Cause it hurts just right
'Till everything is gone tonight

Never never mind bleeding heart, bleeding heart
Never never mind your bleeding heart
Never never mind bleeding heart, bleeding heart
Never never mind your bleeding heart

Never never mind bleeding heart, bleeding heart
Never never mind your bleeding heart
Never never mind bleeding heart, bleeding heart
Never never mind your bleeding heart

Someday you'll grow up
And then you'll forget
All of the pain you endured
Until you walk by
A sad pair of eyes
And up will come back all the hurt

And you'll see their pain
As they look away
And you want to help
But there's just no way
'Cause you've won the war
So it's not your turn
But everything inside still burns

Never never mind bleeding heart, bleeding heart
Never never mind your bleeding heart
Never never mind bleeding heart, bleeding heart
Never never mind your bleeding heart
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
Never never mind bleeding heart, bleeding heart
Never never mind your bleeding heart
Never never mind bleeding heart, bleeding heart
Never never mind your bleeding heart

Never never never mind mind mind
Never mind your bleeding heart
Never never never mind mind mind
Never mind your bleeding heart
Never never never mind mind mind
Never mind your bleeding heart
Never never never mind mind mind

How long must I wait
'Til you learn that it's not too late
How long must I cry
'Til you know that you really tried
How long must I try
'Til you learn that dreaming's hard
How long must I dream
'Til you heal your bleeding heart
Never mind your bleeding heart

Older and Taller

I remembered you older and taller
But you're younger and smaller
So who's gonna call her and say
That you're back again

And all the lies, they were wiser
And the wise were the liars
And the liars were on fire
And the fires were put out
Just to be lit again

You're alone 'til you're not alone
And that's all you need to know
Every time you decide to stay
Then the world will make you go
And that's all you need to know
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
All the debts, they got settled
And the settlers got cattle
But the cattle was rattled by the snakes
That were guarding the garden gates

And you retired just in time
You were about to be fired
For being so tired from hiring the ones
Who will take your place

All the lies on your résumé
Have become the truth by now
And the things that you never did
Have become your youth, somehow
You know everything by now

Enjoy your youth
Sounds like a threat
Enjoy your youth
Sounds like a threat
But I will anyway

I remembered you older and taller
But you're younger and smaller
So who's gonna call her and say
That you're here at last

And all the days, they were longer
And the drinks, they were stronger
The words, we sang wrong
But the songs were remembered
And time just passed

You're around 'til you're not around
And that's all I need to know
Every time you decide to stay
Then the world will make you go
And that's all you need to know

Enjoy your youth
Sounds like a threat
Enjoy your youth
Sounds like a threat
But I will anyway

Grand Hotel

Somewhere below the Grand Hotel
There is a tunnel that leads down to hell
Take the dumbwaiter, the laundry chute
Then sneak through the hall past the boy's shining boots
Then left at the courtyard, through the old garden
Where all the bellhops smoke with the guards

And then you run to the old lake house
Down to the old lake house
Run to the old lake house where it begins

Under the floorboards there's a deep well
That leads to a spring that sprung up in hell
That's where old devils danced and kissed
And made their blood pacts in the ancient mists
And running through forests, they screamed in chorus
While piercing fair maidens' chests with their horns
And then they lay in the grass 'til the dawn came
Sleeping away 'til the dawn came
Lay in the grass where now stands the Grand Hotel
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
The Maître D' and a fancy chef
Silver's real, the liquor's top shelf
Play some tennis, swim in a pool
Stroll the garden, shady and cool
And you won't care that the devils
Won't mind that the devils
Won't know that the devils are near

Somewhere below the grand hotel
There is a tunnel that leads straight to hell
But no one comes up for the souls anymore
They come for some comfort and for the dance floor

And hiding sharp horns under fedoras
Do not disturb signs instead of a chorus
They toss and turn 'til the dawn comes
On soft sheets 'til the dawn comes
No one sleeps at the Grand Hotel

Room service, mini-bar
Scented soaps, chauffeured cars
Stay a day, stay a week
Here's the tunnel, take a peek

Just call up you friends at the front desk
Any hour at the front desk
Call up your friends at the Grand Hotel
You'll always have friends at the Grand Hotel

Small Bill$

His destiny was just too big to spend
So he broke it into smaller bills and change
By the time he tried to buy the things he needed
He had spent it all on loosies and weed and
He had spent it all on chips and Coca-Cola
He had spent it all on chocolate and vanilla
He had spent it all and didn't even feel it
He had spent it all and didn't even feel it
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
All the poets in the alley coughing up blood
And their visions and their dreams are coming up red
They can either wake up or go deeper
But it's so dangerous to wake a deep sleeper
It's like awakening a bear in winter
To feel the reckoning of hunger's splinter
He's gonna stretch his claws and feel his power
And you are gonna know your final hour

Better get a head start, start running
While you were skimming from the top was sunny
But all the weather 'bout to turn real crummy
'Cause everybody gonna want their money
Yeah, everybody gonna want their money
Better get a head start, start running
Better get a head start, start running
'Cause it's about to get so unfunny

All the poets in the alley coughing up blood
And their visions and their dreams are coming up red
They can either wake up or go deeper
But it's so dangerous to wake a deep sleeper

Black and White

All my love in black and white
On this color photograph
Sad, sad eyes, know too much
You will always start to cry

Why should I wait for tomorrow
Why should I wait for tomorrow

When you left, I closed the door
Closed my eyes, sat on the floor
Heart beat fast, mind got slow
This great love is all I know

Why should I wait for tomorrow
Why should I wait for tomorrow
Why should I wait for tomorrow
Why should I wait for tomorrow
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
All my love in black and white
On this faded photograph
Sad, sad eyes, know too much
You will always start to cry

You will always start to cry
Oh, you will always start to cry
Oh, you will always start to cry
You will always start to cry
Oh, you will always start to cry

The Light

The light was shining in my eyes before I closed them
And all the dreams I had the night before came back
The faces that I'd seen looked so familiar
But they're just strangers I haven't met them yet

I know the morning is wiser than the evening
I know that wrong and right can sometimes look the same
So many things I know, but they don't help me
Each day I open up my eyes and start again
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
The light comes shining in my eyes
The light comes shining in my eyes
The light comes shining in my eyes
The light comes shining in my eyes

So many stories, I want to tell you
I wish that I could show you the many things I've seen
You and your daddy, you both look like poets
Your eyes are open wide while you are in a dream

I know the morning is wiser than the nighttime
I know there's nothing wrong, I shouldn't feel so down
So many things I know, but they don't help me
Each day I open up my eyes to look around

The sun comes shining in my eyes
The sun comes shining in my eyes
The sun comes shining in my eyes
The sun comes shining in

My eyes are closed now
Count the stars inside your mind
Count the breaths, count heartbeats
Count the sounds of life

The light was shining in my eyes before I closed them
And all the dreams I had the night before were gone
The faces that I'd seen looked so familiar
But I forgot them all when I saw the sun

I know the morning is wiser than the evening
I know that all of life just happens in between
So many things I know, but they don't help me
Each day I open up my eyes and it begins

The light comes shining in my eyes
The light comes shining in my eyes
The light comes shining in my eyes
The light comes shining in my eyes

The light, the light, the light, the light
The light, the light, the light...

The Trapper and the Furrier

The trapper and the furrier went walking through paradise
And all the animals lay clawless and toothless before them
And all the mothers stepped away from their babies
Leaving them open and easy to handle
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
The trapper and the furrier went walking through paradise
They took some for now and they got some for later
And they marveled at the pelts, not a bullet-hole in them
And they filled up the cages with pets for their children

What a strange, strange world we live in
Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven
What a strange, strange world we live in
Those who don't have lose, those who got get given
More, more, more, more

The owner and the manager went walking through paradise
And all the shelves were filled with awards and achievements
And on every corner, a power presentation
And on every floor, an army of workers

The owner and the manager went walking through paradise
And all their charts showed so much promise and progress
No sick days, no snow days, no unions, no taxes
And they wandered towards home, kings of their castles

What a strange, strange world we live in
Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven
What a strange, strange world we live in
Those who don't have lose, those who got get given
More, more, more, more

The lawyer and the pharmacist went walking through paradise
And all the sick were around them with fevers unbreaking
Crying and bleeding and coughing and shaking
And arms outstretched, prescription collecting

The lawyer and the pharmacist went walking through paradise
Pressed suits in a courtroom, aroma of chloroform
And they smiled at the judge, dispositions so sunny
'Cause they didn't have the cure but sure needed the money

What a strange, strange world we live in
Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven
What a strange, strange world we live in
Those who don't have lose, those who got get given
More, more, more, more

More, more, more, more
More, more, more, more
More, more, more, more
More, more, more, more

Tornadoland

It’s so much easier than you think
You try so hard
And every time you get it wrong
You get it right
You get it wrong
But you get it right
You get it right

The mind runs faster
Your thoughts are louder than your words
And every time you turn around
It starts to hurt

It starts to hurt
But you wanna be heard
Wanna be heard

Wanna be louder than the storms around
You hear them through the windows and the doors
Everybody’s time has come
It’s everybody’s moment, except yours
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
Before the light goes out
Why don’t you close your eyes
And all the monsters in your mind
Just wanna be nice
They wanna be kind
They wanna play nice

They wanna be softer than the storms around
You feel them through the windows and the doors
Everybody’s time has come
It’s everybody’s moment, except yours

Everybody moment
Everybody moment
Everybody moment, except yours
'Cept yours

Everybody moment
Everybody moment
Everybody moment, except yours
'Cept yours...

Obsolete

This is how I feel right now
Obsolete manuscript
No one reads and no one needs
Pages lost, incomplete
No one knows what it means

Minds grow dark so suddenly
I was lost on your street
Hey, I'm talking to myself
I can hear you listening in
To my thoughts, to my dreams
What I want I can't compete
Obsolete

Take me to the water's edge
Let me stand in the sand
Let me hear the waves crash land
Useless part, useless heart

Useless art
What am I
Why am I
Incomplete
Obsolete
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
This is how it feels right now
Obsolete manuscript
No one reads
No one needs
Useless part
The useless heart
What am I
Why am I
Incomplete
Obsolete

All I want
Can't compete
All I want
Is asleep
All I want
Incomplete
All I want
Obsolete

Sellers Of Flowers

The sellers of flowers buy up old roses
They pull off dead petals, like old heads of lettuce
And sell them as new ones, for cheaper and fairer
But they die by the morning, so who is the winner

Not the roses, not the buyers, not the sellers, maybe winter

'Cause winters coming, soon after summer
It runs faster, faster, chasing off autumn
We go from a warm sun to only a white sun
We go from a large sum to only a small one

When I was a small girl, I walked through the market
Holding my dad's hand, mitten in gloved hand
At night there were roses, lit up in glass boxes
The heat lamps would keep them from freezing in winter

We never bought them but somebody must have
Maybe they made it or maybe they froze up
Before any person had put them in water
And hoped that they'd still be alive by the morning
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
Who's the winner
Not the roses, not the buyers, not the sellers
Not the tellers of these stories
Not the fathers, not their children,
Not those walking on a dark night
Through a memory they're forgetting
Who's the winner, who's the winner
Maybe winter, maybe winter

Somebody steps on a light through a tunnel
They're holding a piece of their mind in the rubble
Hold on, I won't let go, I want to know

But no one lives long enough to see the outcome
To know any answers, to know what the point is
To know if the winter ever came closer
Than on that night when I walked with my father

A small piece of ice, lodged in my mind
Lodged in my thoughts, lodged in my eyes
Cold all around, cold all around
Warm from inside, warm from inside

Who's the winner
Not the roses, not the buyers, not the sellers
Not the tellers of these stories
Not the fathers, not their children

Who's the winner
Not the roses, not the buyers, not the sellers
Not the tellers of the stories
Not the fathers, not their children,
Not those walking on a dark night
Through a memory they're forgetting

Who's the winner, who's the winner
Maybe winter, maybe winter
Who's the winner, who's the winner
Maybe winter, maybe winter
Who's the winner, who's the winner

The Visit

I'm so glad that you stopped in
And I had some things to say
But now they've been forgotten
They'll get said a different day
They'll get said a different way

'Cause everything keeps changing
Life is always raging
Beyond the walls and cages
Everybody changes
'Til tomorrow's yesterday

I'm so glad that you stopped by
And I will not ask you why
It's just good to see you
You always make me smile
And you always make me sigh
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
Sometimes I still wonder
Why the sounds of distant thunder
Always pulled you under
Why you searched, but never found her
Why she always got away

And somewhere on a hill
Inside the past we hear the bells
Catching only parts of thoughts
And fragments of ourselves
'Til we begin again

I'm so glad that you are here
And I know that it's been years
I'm just glad to see you
And there's no need for tears

Time's best friend is fear
That's how it can find us
And do its greatest kindness
Always to remind us
That it's our only time inside
This body and this mind

And somewhere in my mind
Behind closed eyes, I see the past
Catching every moment that went by
To make it last 'til I begin again

New Year

She sets her alarm
Five minutes to midnight
And wakes just in time
To greet thenew year
Remembers the kisses
Remembers the laughter
And all that's gone away
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
She shuffles around
Turning the lights on
Goes to the kitchen
Gets the champagne
Opens the windo
And wrapped in a blanket
Begins to count and wait

Ten, nine, eight, seven
Six, five, four, three, two, one
Happy New Year
Happy New Year

They say you can hear it
Over the island
Starting in Times Square
And spreading throughout
A roar like the ocean
It comes from a distance
Grows louder, then turns quiet

She sits in a dream
Or in a memory
While old conversations
Play in her ears
Sometimes the minutes
Feel longer than hours
Some days feel long as years

She's just glad
She gets to be around
To see another
Spring come to this town

Happy New Year
Happy New Year
To you

She sets her alarm
Five minutes to midnight
And wakes just in time
To say her goodbyes
Thanking the old year
For all it has brought her
No mention of the things it took away

She shuffles around
Turning the lights out
Closes the window
Checks on the locks
Folds up the blanket
Empties the bottle
And leaves it in the hallway dark

She's just glad
She gets to be around
To see another
Spring come to this town

Happy New Year
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
Happy New Year

Happy New Year
Happy New Year
To you

Happy New Year
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
Happy New Year

Happy New Year
Happy New Year
To you

The One Who Stayed And the One Who Left

He went to visit and old old friend
And it was long long overdue
And though they stayed up very late
They never talked out of turn or tune
And every time they'd say goodbye
Well he'd just stay another while
They started from a distant place
And were so happy face to face

The one who left wanted everything
The one who stayed never wanted more
It's not your choice, it's how you're built
It's in the blueprint of your soul

The one who left he dropped his smile
And they sat quiet for a while
Then the one who stayed began to speak
And in his words he answered why

I'm just another drop in the bucket
I'm just another song on the jukebox
I'm just another face in the crowd
Another fish in the sea
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
Something to being one of the many
Something to being one in the masses
Something to being surrounded by others
And not alone by yourself

I never wanted the bright lights in my eyes
I'm much too quiet
I never wanted them pointing their fingers at me
Oh no, but

Something to being one of the many
Something to being one in the masses
Something to being surrounded by others
And not alone by yourself

The one who left he knew it then
And he would never doubt again
He loved this life, he loved his friend
But he'd keep running 'til the end
All words they said hovered above
All of the pain, all of the love
They hugged goodbye and in his room
He sang real quiet to the moon

Something to being one of the many
Who get to sing the songs on the jukebox
Who get to stay awake all night
And dream half of the day

Something to waking up in a new town
Something to singing songs to a new crowd
Something to being surrounded by others
And not alone by yourself

I never wanted the bright lights in my eyes
I'm much too quiet
I never wanted them pointing their fingers at me
Oh no, but

Something to being one of the many
Who get to sing the songs on the jukebox
Who get to stay awake all night
And dream half of the day

Then wake up in a new town
Just another face in the crowd

End Of Thought

I thought about what you said
And it's the end of the thought
That really got in my head

Be careful before you decide
Be careful before you decide

Risk only what you won't miss
And all the rest you can leave
For all the others to take
You cannot make a mistake

The universe is too big
The universe is too big

I don't know why I let you stay
I don't know why I let you stay
I don't know why I let you stay around
In my mind
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
I thought about what you said
And it's the end of your thought
That really made me upset

Be careful before you decide
The universe is too big
The universe is too big
You cannot make a mistake
You cannot make a mistake

I don't know why I let you stay
I don't know why I let you stay
I don't know why I let you stay around
In my mind

 

Non Albums Tracks

8th Floor

( Live )

No one waits for her inside the house
She spots a stranger in the mirror
And the record spins her nearer
To the outcome of her day
You live inside the city
You forget how tall the trees can get
A bird sits on a branch across
From my eighth floor window

And you can't really say
That it's an eight floor branch
Cause trees don't have floors
And buildings do
...

I came in from the rain which
Wasn't really rain it was just
January snow in denial
And something must have gotten lost
In the translation, Russian to English
And winter wasn't wintery today
She comes into the house and no one
Waits for her inside the house
She spots a stranger in the mirror
And the record spins her nearer
To the outcome of her day
You live inside the city
You forget how tall the trees can get
A bird sits on a branch of my eighth floor window

AB

( Live )

I don't know how to fall down the stairs
I don't know how to fall down the stairs
Without hurting myself
I don't know how to fall down the stairs
Without skinning my knees and bruising my elbows
Twisting my ankles and bending my wrists back

And I don't know how to fall down the stairs
I don't know how to fall down the stairs
Even if I don't want
I don't know how to fall down the stairs
But something inside me let's go of the banister
Tumbling I tumble down towards the corridor
People rush in clasping their mouths real tight
In case of emergency contact my blood type is
AB...

My blood type's AB and AB it'll be for a while...

But i don't know how to fall down the stairs
Without breaking the wall
I don't know how to fall down the stairs
Without breaking the wall with my fall
I don't know without breaking the wall
‘Cause my head rolls so quickly and with such precision
I can't help but making a big round incision
Left near the bookshelf by that book on division
In case of emergency contact my parents, my blood type is
AB...

My blood type's AB and AB it'll be for a while...

My blood type's AB and AB it has been
And AB it'll stay for a while...
My blood type's AB and in case of emergency, smile

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

All is love

( With Anders Griffen )

Went home
Arriving
Live in peace
All is love

Aquarius

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

*** Thanx a lot to Jessika for this one ***

Ave Maria

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

*** Thanx a lot to Jessika for this one ***

Baobabs

( Begin to hope Bonus CD )

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

Bear Spektor

( Live )

I think of you
And then I think of me, and then
I think of you
And then I think of me, and then
I think I know
But then I know I don't, and then
I think I should stop thinking and go to sleep

I'm glad that I
Don't work at 9 to 5, and then
I'm glad that I
Don't work at 10 to 6, and then
I'm glad that I
Don't work at 11 to 7, and then
I'm glad that I don't work at 12 to 8

But I live
In my mom's and dad's house
With my little brother
Bear Spektor, Bear
Spektor, Bear Spektor, Bear Spektor, Bear
Spektor, Bear Spektor, Bear Spektor, Bear
Spektor, Bear Spektor, Bear Spektor, Bear
Spektor, Bear Spektor
Bear

Belt

( Live )

Ba dum da dum da dum da dum
Ba dum da dum da dum da dum

I know I say I'll go away
But then I don't, I come right back
And walk right smack into your lips
And turn all black and blue
And though I've seen the light so many times before
I've also figured out the light is just a switch
That I can turn on, I can turn off
Please, oh, please
Oh, when it's off
You cannot see, you cannot hear
Even in your ear, saying
Yo, girl
Don't make me take off my belt
Don't make me take off my belt and smack you upside the head
Yo, girl
Don't make me take off my belt
Don't make me take off my belt and smack you right-side-up...
Side down, a frown becomes a smile
And so he thinks I take it with a smile
Double upside down a frown remains a frown
Too bad he never checks the double upside down
When I'm doubled up on the floor
And I see a double him
Giving me a double wham-bam
Yo, girl, don't make me take off my belt
Don't make me take off my belt and smack you upside the head
Oh, yo, girl
Don't make me take off my belt
Don't take me take off my belt
Don't make me take off my belt and smack
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack

Chicken soup, mashed potatoes, gravy
Orange juice, milkshakes, pudding
Oatmeal, soft-served ice cream
Ain't it good that there's soft food
'Cause I couldn't eat very much else right now
They ask me how
Well, hahaha, I fell down some stairs
Yeah, hahaha, I bumped into a door
Oh, I'm such a klutz
I, I say that very same thing to myself
All the time
I say, yo, girl
Can't you watch where you are?
You don't watch where the hell you're going
You're gonna get yourself killed
You know, hey, girl
Can't you watch where you are?
You're gonna get yourself killed
You're gonna get yourself killed
You're gonna get yourself...

I know I say I'll go away
But then I don't, I come right back
And walk right smack into your lips
And turn all black and blue
And though I've seen the light so many times before
I've also figured out the light is just a switch
That I can turn on, I can turn off
Please, oh please
Oh, when it's off, you cannot see shit, you cannot hear shit
Even in your ear, saying
Yo, girl
Don't make me take off my belt
Don't make me take off my belt and smack you upside the head
Aw, yo, girl
Don't make me take off my belt
Don't make me take off my belt and smack, smack, smack, smack
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack...

Blood Of Eden

( Peter Gabriel Tribute Album "And I'll Scratch Yours" )

I caught sight of my reflection
I caught it in the window
I saw the darkness in my heart
I saw the signs of my undoing
They had been there from the start

And the darkness still has work to do
The knotted chord's untying
Oh they're heated and they're holy
Oh they're sitting there on high
So secure with everything they're buying

In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
With the man in the woman
And the woman in the man
In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
We wanted the union
Oh the union
Of the woman and the man
Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better
My grip is surely slipping
I think I've lost my hold
Yes, I think I've lost my hold
I cannot get insurance anymore
They don't take credit, only gold
Is that a dagger or a crucifix I see
You hold so tightly in your hand
And all the while the distance grows between you and me
I do not understand

In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
With the man in the woman
And the woman in the man
In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
We wanted the union
Oh the union
Of the woman and the man

At my request
You take me in
In that tenderness
I'm floating away
No certainty
Nothing to rely on
Holding still for a moment
What a moment this is
For a moment of forgetting
A moment of bliss

I can hear the distant thunder
Of a million unheard souls
Of a million unheard souls
Watch each one reach for creature comfort
For the filling of their holes

In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
With the man in the woman
And the woman in the man
In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
We wanted the union
Of the woman and the man

In the blood of Eden
We've done everything that we can
In the blood of Eden
Saw the end as we began

In the blood of Eden
We've done everything that we can
In the blood of Eden
Saw the end as we began

Bobbing for apples

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

*** Thanx a lot to Jessika for this one ***

BYOS

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

Chelsea hotel #2

( Live / Leonard Cohen cover )

I remember you well in the Chelsea hotel
You were talking so brave and so sweet
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street
Those were the reasons and that was New York
We were running for the money and the flesh
And that was called love for the workers in song
Probably still is for those of them left

But you got away, didn't you babe?
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you...
And all of that jiving around

I remember you well in the Chelsea hotel
You were famous, your heart was a legend
You told me again you preferred handsome men
But for me you would make an exception
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself, you said, well never mind
We are ugly but we have the music

Then you got away, didn't you babe?
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you...
And all of that jiving around

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best
I can't keep track of each fallen robin
I remember you well in the Chelsea hotel
But that's all, I don't even think of you that often

December

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

*** Thanx a lot to Kerri for this one ***

Dog and Pony

( Live )

Dog and pony
Empty our cabinet
You never forget
You never come back the same
Each time you go up in flames
Each time you begin to blame
You never come back the same

Just a little bit more love...for me
Just a little bit more love...but it's alright
Don't cry, my sweet

You were born
Unto me, I'm torn
Unto me, I'm worn
Unto me, unworn

So I danced my dance
And I kissed your hands
And I took a chance
And we fell into a trance

Just a little bit more love...for me
Just a little bit more love...but it's alright
Don't cry...my sweet

Say one, two, three...
You sitting on the rooftop
Me begging here on my knees
I stayed in love with you
You're just falling in love with me
And darling you know that ain't right
So if love never lasts forever ever

Little brother
Little lover
Twist these strings of fate
There is no clean slate
So I'm carting away
All of myself
In this metal crate

And my dog and my pony
And my empty file cabinet
You never forget
You never come back quite the same
Each time you go up in flames
Each time you begin to blame
You never come back quite the same
Just a little bit of true love...for me
Just a little bit more love...but it's alright
Don't cry, my sweet

Dulce et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori

( Live )

After all, everything's been said and done
I feel, I feel better now
Come away, lay your hands at rest and close your eyes
And say a prayer for those who've gone

It's hard...to live...
It's harder than it's ever been before
The things that used to comfort me
Don't comfort me, not anymore

After all, children being born into
A time of searching for some glory
And the lie's still repeating through the years
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

It's hard...to live...
It's harder than it's ever been before
The things that used to comfort me
Don't comfort me, not anymore

But you can't spend your whole life waiting for god to kiss you...
You can't spend your whole life waiting for god to kiss you back...

Come on...come on back...

Düsseldorf

( Begin to hope Bonus CD )

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…

Hallelujah

( Live / Leonard Cohen Cover )

I heard there was a sacred chord
That David played and it pleased the lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah...

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrough you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah...

Maybe I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah...

There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do you?
Remember when i moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah...

Maybe there's a god above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
It's not a cry that you hear tonight
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah...

Happy Hooker

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

*** Thanx a lot to Jessika for this one ***

Hero of the story

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

I Cut Off My Hair

I cut off my hair and went to sleep
You were there, in my dreams
Nursin' on my glass teat
It was a party, you were suckin' liquor
On your jacket a VIP sticker
It was a party, you were suckin' liquor
On your jacket a VIP sticker

I peed in my pants and ran down the street
Towards Washington Square Park,
Where you had been beat up
You were wearing rags, I was wearing pointe shoes
I tried to lay next to you, but you hit the snooze

The definition of
A crazy person is
Someone who does the same thing over
And over again, while expecting new results
I cut off my tongue
You started to kiss me
Blood trickled down
Don't you ever miss me
Don't you ever miss me
Don't you ever miss me
Don't you ever mince meat

I called up my momma, but I couldn't be sweet, so
I escaped through the window on a rope made of sheets
Got bitten by a squirrel
And stepped on a syringe
The view of Manhattan from GW Bridge

You said, "Honey?"
I said, "Baby?"
You said, "Funny"
I said, "Maybe"
You says, "Hi Honey"
I says "Hey Baby"
You asked, "Was it funny?"
And I say, "Well maybe"
Maybe, maybe

I cut off my hair and went to sleep
You were there, in my dreams
Nursin' on my glass teat
I cut off my hair and went to sleep
You were there, in my dreams
Nursin' on my glass teat
The definition of
A crazy person is
It was a party, you were sucking liquor
On your jacket, a VIP sticker
It was a party, you were sucking liquor
On your jacket a VIP

In another town

( Begin to hope Bonus CD )

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...

*** Thanx a lot to Inka for this one ***

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

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...
 

Kids

( with Anders Griffen )

These kids I met
Their clothes drawn on with crayons
There were from my neighbourhood once
And I loved my childhood

We're ne'er gone out yet
And on our way
How can you stand it
That guy on the radio
And he's singing about kids' stuff
Embarrassed in the face
That's what you are

Little Boxes

(Malvina Reynolds cover)

Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes, little boxes
Little boxes, all the same
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

And the people in the houses
All go to the university
And they all get put in boxes
Little boxes, all the same
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

And they all play on the golf-course
And drink their Martini dry
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same

And the boys go into business
And marry, and raise a family
And they all get put in boxes
Little boxes, all the same
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

*** Thanx a lot to Sebastiaan for this one ***

Long Brown Hair

( Live )

She had long brown hair
All down her breast
Made me think about my future
Made me think about my past
She was so pretty
As pretty as can be
And I thought, my God
Why shouldn't it be me?
Oh
Oh, God
Why shouldn't it be me?

Her skin was tight
Her manner was free
She gave me that look that seemed to say
Hey you, look at me
Her smile was crooked and good
As she sucked her Capri
And I thought, my God
Why shouldn't it be me?
Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, God
Why shouldn't it be me?

Her body was free, and
Her body was free
Her body was free, and
Wanna bet so was her love
Wanna bet so was her love, la-love, la-love, la-love, la-love

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, oh
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, oh
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, oh
La-la-laaa

Don't tell me what's proper
Anyone can see
I wasn't even her first
So don't blame it on me
She was so pretty
As pretty as can be
And I thought, my God
Why shouldn't it be me?
Oh, come on, this once, once, once, once, once, Lord
Why shouldn't it be me?

Her body was free
Her body was free
Her body was free
Wanna bet so was her love
Wanna bet so was her la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, oh
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, oh
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, oh
La-la-laaa

You all read the Bible, right?
You know what the Bible says?
I'll tell you what it says:
Don't put a stumbling block
In front of someone who can't see
Don't put a beautiful body
In front of someone who's hungry
She was so pretty
As pretty as can be
And I thought, my God
Why shouldn't it be me?
Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on... Lord
Why shouldn't it be me?

Her body was free
Her body was free
Her body was free
Wanna bet so was her love
Wanna bet so was her

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, oh
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, oh
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, oh
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, oh
Laaaaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaaaa
Love
Love

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)

Love Me Or Leave Me

( Boardwalk Empire OST / feat. Vince Giordano & The Nighthawks )

This suspense is killing me
I can't stand uncertainty
Tell me now, I've got to know
Whether you want me to stay or go

Love me or leave me and let me be lonely
You won't believe me that I love you only
I'd rather be lonely than happy with somebody else

You might find the nighttime the right time for kissing
But nighttime is my time for just reminiscing
Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else

There'll be no one unless that someone is you
I intend to be independently blue

I want your love, but I don't want to borrow
To have it today, to give back tomorrow
For my love is your love, there's no love for nobody else

Oh, love me or leave me, let me be lonely
You won't believe me but I love you only
I'd rather be lonely than happy with somebody else

You might find the nighttime the right time for kissing
But nighttime is my time for just reminiscing
Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else

There'll be no one unless that someone is you
I intend to be independently blue, oh, so blue

I want your love, but I don't want to borrow
To have it today, to give back tomorrow
For I couldn't bear it, to share it with somebody else

Love profusion

( Live / Madonna cover )

There are too many questions
There is no one solution
There is no resurrection
There is so much confusion
And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love vibration
You make me feel
You make it shine

There are too many options
There is no consolation
I have lost my illusions
What I want is an explanation

And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love direction
You make me feel
You make me shine...

I got you under my skin...

There is no comprehension
There is real isolation
There is so much destruction
What I want is a celebration

And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good

I got you under my skin...

Love, You're A Whore

Was a bright, sweet, and hot summer day
The day I didn't love you anymore
Some little kid wound up my fire engine's watch
As I walked to the grocery store

All the people think I'm going too slow
And they smiled at me as they passed
But they've been there before
And they've come back again
And they were going right back for more

Love, love, love
You're a whore
You're a whore
You're a whore
Love, love, love, love
'Cause we beat you and mistreat you
But time after time
He kisses back
Kisses hard on the mouth

Oh, kisses hard on the mouth
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kisses hard on the mouth
Oh-oh-oh
Kisses hard on the mouth
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kisses hard
Hard on the mouth

Was a bright, sweet, and hot summer day
The day I didn't love you anymore
Couldn't see your face
Couldn't taste your kiss
Couldn't sleep in your embrace
While you danced all down the drain

Love, love, love
You're a whore
You're a whore
You're a whore
Love, love, love, love
'Cause we bruise you and abuse you
But time after time
He kisses back
Kisses hard on the mouth

Kisses hard on the mouth
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kisses hard on the mouth
Oh-oh-oh
Kisses hard on the mouth
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kisses hard, kisses hard on the mouth

Was a bright and sweet and hot summer day
The day I didn't love you anymore
Some little kid wound up my fire engine's watch
As I walked to the grocery store

All the people think I'm going too slow
And they smiled at me as they passed
But they've been there before
And they've come back again
And they were going right back for more

Love, love, love
You're a whore
You're a whore
You're a whore
Love, love, love, love
'Cause we cheat you and mistreat you
And beat you and bruise you
And use you and abuse you
And cruise you and lose you
But time after time
He kisses back until you're better
Kisses
Hard
Hard on the mouth
He kisses hard
Hard
Hard on the mouth
He kisses hard, hard, hard, hard, hard on the mouth
Kisses hard on the mouth
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kissses hard on the mouth
Oh-oh-oh
Kisses hard on the mouth
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Kisses hard
Hard
On the mouth

Lucky Penny

( Live )

I didn't find
The lucky penny
So I flipped it
Over
And left it for
Someone else to find

And a dime
Just in time
For the little kid behind me
To pick it up and yell:
Hey, Mom, I found a dime

Then I turned around the corner
And I dropped another dollar
Just in case the street needed some more cash

In the end
I made it home
With nothing in my pockets
Except some cigarettes
And
Some stones

I pick 'em up
When I go walking
Some are shiny
All are dirty
Some are just pebbles that might grow up to be stones

As an adult
No one can stop you
From getting your hands dirty
When you're walking home alone

Then I saw a little black cat
Cross the street before a fast cab
Flashed and disappeared into the night

He glanced back with understanding
Of a future life impending
And we both knew it wasn't his time yet

I didn't find the lucky penny
So I flipped it over
And left it for someone else to find

And a dime
Just in time
For the little kid behind me
To pick it up and yell
Hey, Mom, I found a dime

And a dime just in time
For the little kid behind me
To pick it up and yell
Hey, Mom, I found a dime

To pick it up and yell
Hey, Mom, I found a dime

Making records

( Live )

I am braiding records into my hair
Needles and record players, everything's a
Possible record cover
Or a possible name for a band that
I will never have…
Cause I sing my songs all by myself
All to myself, by myself
I am cute but I'm not in a band
Where's my band? Where's my band?
Where's my amplifiers?

So why don't i just sleep in the middle of this kitchen
Surrounded by forks and a linoleum floor
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so tired and sleeping with my mascara on

In the studio they're adjusting the wires and microphones
And I'm about to sing my songs and they won't be just my own
And i'm glad that they'll exist but they'll make me obsolete
‘Cause I sing it just once and the wires they remember it
And sing it right back and they do it better than i can
Anytime, anywhere, I'm preserved
I'm a jelly or a jam…

So why don't I just sleep in the middle of this kitchen
A halo of forks and a linoleum floor
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so tired and being so drunk
Why don't i just pee in the middle of this kitchen
Into a little teacup and i won't miss a drop
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so eccentric and being so lonely

Corazón…this is my corazón

I know that I am lucky, I make shit up all the time
And I start to believe it myself just ‘cause it rhymes
But I'm so inconsistent my handwriting changes every other word
So I'm braiding records into my hair
Needles and record players
Everything's a possible record cover or a possible name for a band that i will never have…

So why don't i just sleep in the middle of this kitchen
A halo of forks and a linoleum floor
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so drunk and being so drunk
Why don't I just pee in the middle of this kitchen
Into a little teacup and i won't miss a drop
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so eccentric and being so lonely

Mermaid

( Live )


I am a mermaid
But I've sold my voice
For a pair of feet
That tend to bleed
When I go walking in the road

I am a mermaid
But I've sold my voice
For a couple of feet
And they always bleed
When I go walking in these streets

And I once saw a most beautiful man at the local record store
He bumped into me and said, well excuse me young ma'am
But haven't I seen your pretty eyes somewhere before?
I smiled, but gestured at my throat
To show that I was mute
Well, he quickly looked down at the floor
And shuffled in his boots
Aw, he was out of there so fast

I am a mermaid
But I've sold my voice
For a midnight train
And a bump of cocaine
And an old photo of Ballets Russes

I am a mermaid
But I have sold my voice
For a bottle of gin
'Cause I can't swim
And I sure don't want to float

Oh, I was so lonely walking out of that store
And back into the busy people street
When I overhead, I heard an argument
A woman opened up her window, threw a flower pot from it
I was startled by the crash
But went over to find the little plant
I quickly emptied it out my paper coffee cup and
Adopted it
Transplanted it
Took it home and
Named it Mozart

I am a mermaid
But I've sold my voice
And I got rid of my tail
At a junkyard sale
Along with some favorite childhood toys

I am a mermaid
But I have sold my voice
For a couple of feet
That tend to bleed
When I go walking in the street

I am a mermaid
But I have sold my voice
For a couple of feet
That tend to bleed
When I go walking in the street

I am a mermaid
But I have sold my voice
For a couple of feet
And they always bleed
No matter how I clean
For a couple of feet
And they always bleed
No matter how I clean
For a couple of feet
That tend to bleed
When I go walking
In the street

Mockingbird

Hush, little baby, don't say a word
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don't mock real well, well, then
Papa's gonna buy you a freedom bell
Oh, and if that freedom bell don't ring
Papa's gonna buy you a cubic zirconia ring
Oh, and if that cubic zirconia ring don't shine
You're gonna give your papa a real hard time
Now ain't you?
Ain't you, baby, ain't you?

And if that real hard time don't pass
Papa's gonna get wrinkles all upon his face
And then he'll blend in with all the other papas then
Screw the whole mockingbird situation
We can't even afford a medical plan
Now can we?
Oh, baby, now can we?
Mmm-mm, no.
This song won't do. Let's start this over.
Let's start this over.

Hush, little baby, here comes the sandman
Papa's gonna buy you a medical plan
Oh, and if that medical plan don't cover your ass
Papa's gonna buy you a pregnancy test
And if that pregnancy test comes out positive
Well then, girl, I don't know how the hell we're gonna live
Maybe on your bright ideas
Maybe on cigarette butts
Maybe on bubblegum wrappers
Maybe on penalty shots

Hush, little baby, don't you cry
You know to you your papa would never, ever lie
Oh, hush while I sing to you this crude little lullaby
And I'll get you all that shit one day
One by one, by and by
But in the meanwhile
In the mean-mean
In the mean-mean-mean-mean-mean-mean-meanwhile

Hush, little baby, don't say a word
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird
Oh, and if that mockingbird don't sing
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring
A real diamond
No cubic nothing
Like in the movies
With that... what's her name... Monroe... Marilyn
A real, a real diamond
Hush, hush
A real, a real diamond
Hush, hush
A real, a real diamond
Hush, hush
Hush, hush, hush, hush
A real, a real, a real diamond
Hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush…

Modern Girls And Old Fashioned Men

( The Strokes feat. Regina Spektor / Reptilia EP )

Regina:
You were right
Right on time
You were right
I was wrong
That's alright
I don't belong
 
Julian:
Modern girls always have to go
Old fashioned men always want a mistress
Modern girls always get their way
Modern men dream of what they can't say
Alright, right, right, right, right
I don't belong
Regina:
Why you sitting over there
Always thinking about yourself
Time, I'm your son
Won't you please
Don't be mean
That's alright, right, right, right, right
I don't belong
Why you sitting over there
Always thinking about yourself
Julian:
Why you gotta say it if you know it's sounding wrong
Says that he'll apologize and it won't take too long
You don't wanna trust nobody else
 


Regina:
Time, I'm your son
Won't you please
Don't be mean
That's alright, right, right, right, right
I don't belong
Why you sitting over there
Always thinking about yourself

Julian:
There's a few things that are gonna have to change
Everyone has the same opinion
Your time is almost over
We won't get the chance to do this over
That's alright, right, right, right, right
I don't belong

Regina:
Why you sitting over there
Always thinking about yourself

Julian:
I don't want the imprint of your key upon my nose
We don't have to tell no one cause no one wants to know
You don't have no happiness at home

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)

Regina:
You don't love me
I am an animal
I am not practical

Julian:
Always thinking about yourself
Always thinking about yourself
Always thinking about yourself

Julian & Regina :
Was I

*** Thanx a lot to Jose for this one ***

Music box

( 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...

The Mustard Musketeers

( Live )

The mustard musketeers
Traveled the world calming the fears
Of the ladies in waiting

'Twas a glorious time of
Swords and swoons and magic harpoons
And white horseback riding

Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, heyyy

The mustard musketeers
Huffed and puffed, till they puffed away
Everyone's sorrows
Then they rode away
Into directionless dust
And no one could say
Where they'd end up tomorrow

Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, heyyy

The time went by and
They got older
Skies got hotter and
Days got colder
It's paper or plastic or
Paper or plastic or
Paper or plastic or
Paper or plastic

So the mustard musketeers
Scaled their last castle wall and went in
Undercover

One went in dressed like a priest
One went as a gardener, and one
Went in as a
Flower

Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey
Oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, oom-pa-pa, hey

My Dear Acquaintance (A Happy New Year)

( Peggy Lee cover )

My dear acquaintance, it's so good to know you
For strength of your hand
That is loving and giving
And a happy new year
With love overflowing
With joy in our hearts
For the blessed new year

Raise your glass and we'll have a cheer
For us all who are gathered here
And a happy new year to all that is living
To all that is gentle, kind, and forgiving
Raise your glass and we'll have a cheer
My dear acquaintance, a happy new year
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
All of those who are hither and yonder
With love in our hearts
We grow fonder and fonder
Hail to those who we hold so dear
And hail to those who are gathered here

And a happy new year to all that is living
To all that is gentle, young, and forgiving
Raise your glass and we'll have a cheer
My dear acquaintance, a happy new year
Happy new year

My Man

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

No Surprises

(Radiohead cover)


A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired-unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us

I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent
Silence

This is my final fit
My final bellyache
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Please

Such a pretty house
And such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Please

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

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

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

'Cause thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two still counts
Gonna make it count gonna make it count gonna
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 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

One-String Blues

( Live )

Got me a pair of dreary eyes
Pale color blue upon pale color white
Sometimes they cry
Sometimes they dry
Pale color blue upon pale color white
Got me a pair of dreary eyes
And they tell no lies, oh

I got me some lips but they taste no sweet
I got me some lips but they taste no sweet
They're as dry as the old concrete
Beaten up New York street
And they taste no sweet
They taste no sweet

If only my baby would come back home to me
Oh, if only my baby would come back home to me
I would go to sleep with
Sugar on my tongue
I would go to sleep with
Sweetness in my lungs
I would go to sleep
Wrapped inside his skin
And I don't care what they say
But it ain't no sin
Oh, it ain't no sin
It ain't no sin

So, me and Poseidon, we been hanging around the water hole
And he says to me, he says
Regina
Regina, I got no authority no more
No one waits to hear the sound of my flip-flops by the door
And all my little fish
Have gone to war
So I says to him, I says
Poseidon, dear
You're better off than me, I hear
'Cause I been taking all the wrong busses everywhere
Wrong busses, they lead me to wrong stops
Wrong stops, they lead me to wrong people
Wrong people, they take me nowhere fast
So he says to me, he says
Going nowhere fast
Just 'cause he didn't want me speaking fast
And I didn't think that was real polite
And he whips out his cigarettes and asks me for a light
And I say no, and he says, oh, baby
And I say no, and he says, oh, baby
And I say no, and he says, oh, baby
And then he just doesn't speak
So we just sit there and stare
Finally he says, he says, oh, hell
And I try not to wince at his fishy smell
'Cause I didn't think that that was real polite
And he whips out his cigarettes and asks me for a light
And I say no, and he says, oh, baby
And I say no, and he says, oh, baby
And I say no, and he says, oh, baby
And then he just, he just doesn't speak

Got me a pair of dreary eyes
Pale color blue upon pale color white
Sometimes they cry
Sometimes they dry
Pale color blue like the dingy sky
Pale color blue, pale color blue
Pale color blue upon pale color white

Paris

I could've settled down in Paris
But the man who came for me
Took me by the hand
And said it was time to leave
Margaret atwood, she could not stop him
Virginia woolf, she could not stop him
The truth is I wanted to go
He is all I know, he is all I know…

I got back home from Paris
And he told me what I'd done was wrong
And though his speech was rather long
I listened like an obedient child
The light was coming in through the windows
It was a most familiar type of night
How I loved every streetlight
And I wanted him to kiss me

Margaret atwood, she could not stop me
Virginia woolf, she could not stop me
The truth is I wanted to go
He is all I know, he is all I know…

Sweet, sweet forever
I'll comfort myself in my next life…

He told me that he couldn't live without me
And I told him the same thing too
And though we knew it wasn't true
We both knew it wasn't a lie
The light was coming in through the window
It was a most familiar type of night
How I loved every streetlight
And I wanted him to kiss me

Margaret atwood, she could not stop me
Virginia woolf, she could not stop me
The truth is I wanted to go
He is all I know, he is all I know…

Sweet, sweet forever
I'll comfort myself in my next life…

Pound of flesh

If you're never sorry
Then you can't be forgiven
If you're not forgiven
Then you can't be forgotten
If you're not forgotten
Then you can live forever
If you live forever
Then you'll begin to dream
Of death

Ezra pound sat upon my bed
Asked me which books as of late i've read

Ezra pound sat upon my bed
Asked me which books as of late i've read
Asked me if i've read his own
And whether i could spare a pound
Of flesh to cover his bare bones
I says, man, take a pound, take two
What's a pound of flesh between
Friends like me and you
What's a pound of flesh among friends

But if you're never sorry

If you're never sorry
Then you can't be forgiven
If you're not forgiven
Then you can't be forgotten
If you're not forgotten
Then you must live forever
If you live forever
You cannot be reborn
If you're not reborn then
You can't be a baby
If you're not a baby
You can't learn how to crawl
If you cannot crawl away
Then you must stay in bed all day
If you stay in bed all day
You're sure to have some visitors

Ezra pound'll sit upon your bed
Ask you which books as of late you have read
Ask you if you've read his own
And whether you could spare a pound
Of flesh to cover his bare bones
You'll say, man, take a pound, take two
What's a pound of flesh between
Friends like me and you
What's a pound of flesh among friends

Raindrops

You don't know but that's okay
You might find me anyway
Don't you know that i
Belong arm in arm with you, baby
In a town that's cold and gray
We will have a sunny day
Don't you know that i
Belong arm in arm with you, baby…

I do not know
Where does it go
When it goes
Suddenly though
Everything's slow
And i miss you so

Round each corner there's a chance
People searching glance to glance
Moving bout real fast
Like insects and fish when they're scared
And they sing the same old song
Though it's been so very long
They sing, raindrops falling on my head
But that doesn't mean that i am dead

And i do not know
Where does it go
When it goes
Suddenly though
Everything's slow
And i miss you so

You don't know but that's okay
You might find me anyway
Don't you know that i
Belong arm in arm with you, baby
In a town that's cold and gray
We will have a sunny day
Don't you know that i
Belong arm in arm with you, baby…

Real Love

( John Lennon / Instant Karma The Campaign To Save Darfur CD )

All my little plans and schemes
Lost like some forgotten dream
Seems like all I really was doing
Was waiting for you

Just like little girls and boys
Playing with their little toys
Seems like all they really were doing
Was waiting for love

Don't need to be alone
No need to be alone

It's real love
Yes it's real love
Oh it's real love
Yes it's real love

From this moment on I know
Exactly where my life will go
Seems that all I really was doing
Was waiting for love

Don't need to be afraid
No need to be afraid

It's real love
Yes it's real love
Oh it's real love
Yes it's real love

Thought I'd been in love before
But in my heart I wanted more
Seems like all I really was doing
Was waiting for you

Don't need to be alone
No need to be alone

It's real love
Yes it's real love
Oh it's real love
Yes it's real love...

Reginasaurus

( Live )

If I was a dinosaur
I'd be a reginasurus
And if I knew a million english words
I'd publish my own spektor's thesaurus
If I was born in the merry month of may
Then I would be a taurus
And if I had some extra time on my hands
Then I'd surely join a chorus

If I was a philosophy
I'd be registentionalism
And if people spoke using quotes of me
They'd say reginaisms
If I was a religion, then my church
Would surely have a schism
There'd be regewish and registian and regislam and reguddist and regatheist
But they'd still be friends

If I was a great big city
I'd be reginapolis
No one would be sickly or achey
In my thriving metropolis
Unless of course they came down with bad case of
Reginitis
A heartache and a headache and a sunburn and a little bit of
Acute gastritis

But if I was a dinosaur
I'd be a reginasaurus
If I was a dinosaur
I'd be a reginasurus
And if I knew a million english words
I'd have my own spektor's thesaurus
If I was born in the merry month of may
Then I would be a taurus
And if I had some extra time on my hands
Then I'd surely join a chorus

Riot gear

Wake up, put on my riot gear
But in the study of my house
I've got a smoking jacket
Passed to me from granddaddy
It's made of bow and arrow meat

Come home, take off my riot gear
Put on my smoke jacket
But in the library of my house
I have a book, medieval jokes
Are just as a funny now if you've got a degree

Heaven help the ones who know
What makes the world go slow

Night comes, time to go on the town
And in my best sashimi dress
And marble arch supporting shoes
I am a vision in my horse drawn tank

Stay out, drinking into the night
And they are saying those same things
And I'm like ha ha ha and hee hee hee
Til half past three and then it's time for me to go

Heaven help the ones who know
What makes the world go slow

Come home, take off my tuna dress
Put on my collard greens
And in my sleep what dreams may come
Before I'm woken by alarms
Put on my riot gear

Scarecrow & fungus

Come on inside and I'll show you your brother
He's got enough money to buy a new father
He's got enough money to bother
Somebody else
Solder two wires together
Somebody else

Remember that mouthful you spat in his mouthful
He never forgave you, he's so very spiteful
He's so very vengeful and so very frightful
He's got enough money to bother
Solder two wires together

Scarecrow and fungus, they ran through a stoplight
But it didn't matter cause no one was hurt
Scarecrow and fungus, they ran through a stoplight
But it didn't matter cause they were on foot

Got enough money to bother
Somebody else
Solder two wires together
Somebody else

I don't know what i'm doing still here
They must have done such a very very good job…

They say he's adopted but quite maladapted
They say he's corrupted but quite well-respected
He's got lots of money, we all really like him
He's got enough money to bother
Come on inside and i'll show you your brother
He's got enough money to buy a new father
He's got enough money to bother
Somebody else
Solder two wires together
Somebody else…

School Is Out

School is out
And I walk the empty hallways
I walk alone
Alone as always
There's so many lucky pennies
Lying on the floor
But where the hell are all the lucky people
I can't see them any more
And there's such a nasty smell
In the bathroom
The people float by
While the toilets are flushing
And there's all this shit written on the bathroom wall
With a leaky pen
And Lisa loves Jason
Oh, Jason loves Ben

And a letter from Michigan
Is sittin' on my desk
And I remember one thought
But I forget all the rest
And the ice cream is melted
And dripping down my neck
And my bottles standing on the edge of the table
And I think it's in the mood to break
Me, just break
Me, just, just break me

I messed myself up again
Nobody really cares
I wish I could just have some time
To play with my old teddy bear
And maybe I could go
To teddy bear heaven
Just like her
'Cause well, she went when she was eleven
But I stayed late
'Cause I can't understand physics
I don't want to go home
And cook myself dinner
Or look in the mirror
That big, fat mirror
That swallows me up in a corridor
Oh, just swallows me whole

And cha ching goes a robber
And cha ching goes the gun
And cha ching goes the bittersweet
Judgmental nun
Cha ching goes the gun
And cha ching goes the purse
And cha ching goes the over-fucked
Registered nurse
Me, just nurse
Me, just, just nurse me

School is out
And I walk the empty hallways
I walk alone
Alone as always
There's so many lucky pennies
Lying on the floor
But where the hell are all the lucky people
Where the hell are all the lucky people
I can't see them
Any more

Secret stash (a.k.a No one)

( Live )

She opened her pocket
And showed me her stash
A stash of cash and flesh
For a rainy day
She said, there might come a day
When you've just got nothing to say
Nothing to think
And there's nothing left to drink
Nothing to eat
You'll be your own piece of meat
And no one can take that away from you
No one can take that away
That away that away from you
No one, no one, no one, no one, no one, no one, no one, no one

Tell me what you told me
Again and I might believe you next time
Maybe give it another try
I'll open my pocket and show you my stash
A small stash of cash and flesh
Saved for a rainy day
Saved for a rainy day
I've got nothing to say
And no one can take that away from me
No one can take that away
that away that away from me
No one can take that away from me
No one can take that away
That away
That away
From me
No one, no one, no one, no one, no one, no one
No one, no one, no one, no one, no one, no one, no one

Silly Eye-Color Generalizations

( Live )

There are those boys with earthly eyes
Their eyes are like the ground
You walk and walk
Kicking up dirt
But they don't make a sound

And when they kiss you, they sometimes leave 'em open
Just to make sure you don't drown
Yeah, the sweetest eyes
The truest eyes are
Probably dark brown

There are those boys with golden hazel eyes
The color of weak tea
They spend their nights howlin' at the moon
To let go of the sea

The scope of their depth is terrifying, thrilling
You think you're finally free
When they capture you
'Cause golden eyes are as sticky as
Honey from a bee
I'm drownin'

But those with blue
I shouldn't trust
'Cause I myself have blue
You fall for them so easy
You think you see right through

You take a leap, thinking blue water is deep
When suddenly it's just grey rain
Then puddles at your feet
They freeze to dirty ice
But somehow they'll melt back to clean blue water once again
Confusing

Blue eyes, they change like the weather
Blue sea, blue sky, blue pain
I wouldn't trust my own blue-eyed reflection
As far as I can throw that mirror
Bum bum bum

But these are just silly eye color generalizations
You shouldn't believe a word I've said
'Cause when you're lying in your bed
Darkness 'round your head
Your eyes might as well be polka-dotted or plaid
Polka-dotted
Or
Plaid

Soho

( Live )

It's surprising how little things we lose
I was walking through the streets of Soho
Looking for a diamond ring
But I didn't find a thing
Not a necklace
Not a bracelet
Not a shoelace
Not an old friend
Not a new friend
In the faces
Of the crowd

And the streets were paved with cigarette butts
And the streets were paved with cigarette butts
And the streets were paved with cigarette butts
With cigarette butts
And cigarette butts

Oh, it's surprising how little's on the ground
Considering we walk around
And lose and lose what's never found

Someone has got to be the one
To find the long-lost answers
Banana peels and orange rinds

But we suck on our cigarettes
As if one day they will save us
As if one day they'll return the favor
As if one day they will crave us
We suck on our cigarettes
As if one day they will save us
As if one day they'll return the favor
As if one day they will crave us
They will crave us
They will crave us

It's surprising how little things we know
I was walking through my mindscape
And I didn't find a thing
It's surprising how little things we know
I was walking through my mindstreet
Red light stop and green light go
And I didn't get run over

But we suck on our cigarettes
As if one day they will save us
As if one day they'll return the favor
As if one day they will crave us
We suck on our cigarettes
As if one day they will save us
As if one day they'll return the favor
As if one day they will crave us
They will crave us
They will crave us

Ah, ah, ahhhh
Ah, ah, ahhhh
Ah, ah
Re-gee-nah
Ah, ah
Reh-gee-nah
Ah, ah
Reh-gee-nah

The Bronx

( Live )

Come downstairs, I'm buzzing you
Come downstairs, I got nothing to do
Come downstairs now
Come downstairs now
Come downstairs now

You know there's a legend and it goes like this
If you kiss the lamppost between 224th street and 225th in the bronx
When it's a full moon
You'll be granted three wishes

But nobody does it
They don't believe in magical realism in the bronx
They don't even believe it exists in other places
But especially not in the bronx
Come downstairs now
I'm buzzing you
It's a full moon
Our wishes will come true soon

Do you know what I'd wish for
Do you know what I'd wish for
Do you know what I'd wish for
Do you know what I'd wish for

A twenty-hour baskin robbins in my neighborhood
An elevator in my building so that I wouldn't have to walk up to the eighth floor
And also a dog

The Call

( Prince Caspian soundtrack )

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
Til there was a battle cry
I'll come back when you call me
No need to say good-bye

Just because everything's changing doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are you head off to the war
Biggest star on the dark horizon and follow the line
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say good-bye
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say good-bye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Til they're before your eyes
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say good-bye
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say good-bye

*** Thanx a lot to Jessia for this one ***

The Noise

All the power of my voice can't compare
With the power of a quiet whisper
Still, it's a choice, and I choose to rage
Instead of ever quietly listening

I can't hear you
I can't hear you anymore
I can't hear you
I can't hear you through this noise
I can't hear you through the noise

All the power of my words can't compare
With the power of a silent answer
Still, it's a choice, and I choose to rage
Ignoring all those silent answers

I can't hear you
I can't hear you anymore
I can't hear you
I can't hear you through this noise
I can't hear you through the noise

All the noise

The soup

The soup, the soup, the soup, the soup...

The soup was hot and split pea and on the stove
And michael and marry and bugsy and buster were occupied
The pictures as clear as an illusion in their mind
And the plan was foolproof but there was so much to do

First they'd decide who'd drive the car, who'd wear the masks and who'd bribe the cops
Then they'd decide what were the rules, when do shoot and when do you hold back
They'd synchronize their watches and their heartbeats and their ribcages
This can't be a mess, this can't be a mess...

Nobody knows how it comes to be that they think that they must and they do what they can
But the cops are right there and the sirens they blare and the bystarers stare and everyone just stands
Bugsy went down first, then marry, then michael drove off and buster just ran
He was running like a child running in a game of tag
Until he was hit, until he was it...

The Sword & The Pen

( 'Far' I-tunes bonus track )

Don't let me get out of this kiss
Don't let me say what I say
The things that scare us today
What if they happen someday
Don't let me out of your arms
For now

What if the sword kills the pen
What if the god kills the man
And if he does it with love
Well then it's death from above
And death from above is still a death

I don't want to live without you
I don't want to live without you
I don't want to live
I don't want to live
Without you

For those who still can recall
The desperate colors of fall
The sweet caresses of may
Only in poems remain
No one recites them these days
For the shame

So what if nothing is safe
So what if no one is saved
No matter how sweet
No matter how brave
What if each to his own lonely grave

I don't want to live without you
I don't want to live without you
I don't want to live
I don't want to live
Without you

The virgin queen

( Live )

Men who shoot their horses are the same men
Who would like to kiss your hand
(You wait in the ballrooms and the bedroom and the bathroom)

Men who shoot their horses are the same men
Who will go and shoot a friend
(Save him from chemo husband from chemo)

The virgin queen
The virgin queen
The virgin queen

Headless mother, heartless father
Ghosts of yes men past and future
In the bedroom you must suture up that hole
Where babies come from England

Oh, England never forsake me
Won't you take me to have
And to hold I may be a cruel
Crude woman but in the distance
I hear Shakespeare mumbling

Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against the sea of troubles

England, England, never forsake me
Won't you take me to have and to hold
I can hear the voices rising

The virgin queen
The virgin queen
The virgin queen
The virgin queen

In the end you'll try to rule as best as you can
But the crown gets cold and the mind gets old
And all the gold couldn't buy our souls a place to come home
Till in the end there's just a bed
And the things we made had begun to fade on the distant shores
New voices are rising

The virgin queen
The virgin queen
The virgin queen

Time is all around

( 'Far' I-tunes bonus track )

You step on all my parts
And then you walk right out the door
And I know that your love ain't ever coming back no more
Time is all around
Except inside my clock
Everybody's waiting for their lover to unlock

Leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die
When they're about to fall from trees
When they're about to dry up
Time is all around

I hallucinate a cat between my feet
I'm stepping lightly so as not to hurt it
Everybody wants to say that you have changed
Of course you've changed, you've changed, you've changed
Your mind's been rearranged

What am I supposed to love if I don't want to love
Why am I supposed to, I'm so tired
What am I supposed to love if I don't want to
I don't want to…

Uh-merica

( Begin to hope Bonus CD )

Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even know I owned one
Somewhere between the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling
Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

Uh-merica
Uh-merica

Oh we're born alone and we're covered by m-m-m-mother's kisses
The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses
Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the cieling
Cuddling my semi'automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling
Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

Uh-merica
Uh-merica

There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

*** Thanx a lot to Abbie for this one ***

Uncle Bobby

( Live )

Some people's stories, they go nowhere at all
Some people's songs are catchy but they don't touch the soul
But yours are like a feeding tube right through my ears
They fatten up my dreams and run through my bloodstreams

Uncle Bobby, uncle Bobby
Uncle Bobby, I love you so
Uncle Bobby, I love you, love you, uncle
Uncle Bobby, you'll never know

I love you not like a husband to have and to hold
I love you not like a child to do as they're told
I love you not like a sculpture love her mold
I love you not like a masterpiece bought and sold

Uncle Bobby, I love you, love you, uncle
Uncle Bobby, I love you so
Uncle Bobby, I love you, love you, love you, uncle
Uncle Bobby, you'll never know

I know you're just a man of flesh
And a bit of sand and blood and cash
But I'm so glad you've been born
Unto us, unto us

You leave me torn and lovelorn
You leave me crying, ready to mourn
You leave me waiting for that eternal storm
You leave me happy and reborn
You leave trying to break down doors
And waiting for more, waiting for more

Uncle Bobby, I love you, love you, uncle
Uncle Bobby, you'll never know
Uncle Bobby, I love you, love you, love you, uncle
Uncle Bobby, I love you so
Uncle Bobby, uncle Bobby, I love you
Uncle Bobby, I love you so

Not like a husband to have and to hold
Not like a disciple who do what they're told
Not like a masterpiece that's been bought and sold
Not like the frontiers when love is gold
Not like the icicle love the winter cold

Uncle Bobby, I love you, uncle
Uncle Bobby, I love you so
Uncle Bobby, I love you, love you, love you, uncle
Uncle Bobby, you'll never know
Uncle Bobby, uncle Bobby, I love you
Uncle Bobby, I love you so
Uncle Bobby...you'll never know

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

(Kubo and the Two Strings OST)

I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted, too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps

You

( Live )

Never give up loving
Unless you have to
Never give up loving
Unless you must
'Cause it will haunt you
In the future
Will try to crawl into your bed at night

Never leave your lover
Unless he makes you
By being cold and awful mean
Even then you'll probably
Always miss him
He will visit in your dreams

Names and dates and faces
Places you were happy
I'll never fall
Never fall like that again
I'll never fall
Never fall like that again
Oh, I'll never fall
Never fall like that again

Names and dates and faces
Places you were happy
I'll never fall
Never fall like that again
Oh, I'll never fall
Never fall like that again
Oh, I'll never fall
Never fall like that again

Never give up loving
Unless you have to
Never leave your lover
Unless you must
'Cause it will haunt your
Empty heart forever
Till your body turns to dust

I want you, ooh
I want you, ooh-ooh-ooh
I want you, ooh

You've Got Time

( 'Orange Is the New Black' Theme song )

The animals, the animals
Trapped, trapped, trapped 'till the cage is full
The cage is full, stay awake
In the dark, count mistakes

The light was off but now it's on
Searching underground for a bitter song
The sun is out, the day is new
And everyone is waiting, waiting on you

And you've got time
And you've got time

Think of all the roads
Think of all their crossings
Taking steps is easy
Standing still is hard

Remember all their faces
Remember all their voices
Everything is different
The second time around

The animals, the animals
Trapped, trapped, trapped 'till the cage is full
The cage is full, stay awake
In the dark, count mistakes

The light was off but now it's on
Searching underground for a bitter song
The sun is out, the day is new
And everyone is waiting, waiting on you

And you've got time
And you've got time
And you've got time

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