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from A Life Less Ordinary (이완 맥그리거의 인질) by David Arnold [ost] (1997)
Put a lid on it
What's that you say? Put a lid on it Oh man, no way Put a lid down on it, and everything will be all right. Put a lid on it Don't hand me that Put a lid on it I'm all right, Jack Put a lid down on it, before somebody starts a fight. Say, every time I turn it loose you cats Come down and cook my goose When I start I just can't stop But if you keep this up you're gonna blow your top! Put a lid on it Too late this time Put a lid on it I've got to get what's mine Put a lid down on it, and everything will be all right. Well, grab your drink and clear a space I think it's time to torch this place Now the girl's in overdrive But some of your pals want to stay alive! I'll put a lid on it I'll put a lid down on it Save it for another night |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Christmas Caravan (1998)
I love the winter weather
Because the two of us can get together There's nothing sweeter, finer When it's nice and cold I can hold Baby closer, to me Collecting all the kisses that are due me I love the winter weather Because I've got my love to keep me warm I love the winter weather Because the two of us can get together There's nothing sweeter, finer When it's nice and cold I can hold Baby closer, to me Collecting little kisses that are due me I love the winter weather Because I've got my love to keep me warm So warm |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Christmas Caravan (1998)
Well, I've got a friend
Who lives across town Every year when Christmas rolls around He gives me my Christmas presents in a paper sack Two hours later he wants it back He's an Indian Giver! I ran to my momma I was hollerin' and crying She sent me to my poppa and I ain't lying He gave me some advice, It sounded all right But you know that he took it back later that night He's an Indian Giver! Gonna write Santy Claus a valentine Please Santy Claus won't you be mine? When you bring around the presents in a 'leven foot sack Please Mr. Santy don't take 'em back! Don't be no Indian Giver! Jim: Santa, is it really you? Santa: Why, yes Jim: I've been waiting for you all night, and look at all these presents! Are they for me, Santa? Santa: HO HO hooold on a minute now boy. I done check my list twice and you don't get no presents Jim: What list? Don't tell me you're takin' them back! Santa: How 'bout this nice lump of coal? Jim: Don't tell me you're an indian giver! Jim: (cries) Santa: HO HO HO Jim: Not Santa |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Christmas Caravan (1998)
But someone's got to go
It's Christmas Eve, people But someone's got to go I never thought he'd have the nerve But that just shows you what I know He had a sweet and lonely voice How I wish that he had stayed He had a sweet and lonely voice How I wish that he had stayed But the dealer dealt the cards And the ace has done been played He used to talk about forever Forever and a day But when you get down to it Things just don't work out that way Merry Christmas Johnny Though you're leaving now The anticipation's better Than the real thing anyhow |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Christmas Caravan (1998)
Summer smiles but passes on
Autumn sings her lonely song The robin waits for Spring But what will waiting bring Winter spreads her blanket down White and flawless on the ground The flowers can't be seen But you're my evergreen Cold north wind has come around Fragile ones stay underground But there is one who thrives Despite the chilling sky The one I love is constant, though Seasons come and seasons go She will abide with me My darling evergreen The one I love is constant, though Seasons come and seasons go She will abide with me My darling evergreen |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Christmas Caravan (1998)
The leaves on the trees are falling
Blossoms, once blooming Have withered and died The season is turning to Christmas I'm longing to be by my dear mother's side So... I'm coming home for Cristmas To be with my family And loved ones so dear I'm coming home for Christmas Coming home for Christmas this year As I read the letter she wrote me Just a Mother at home alone Christmas Eve Who's longing for Christmas to come back For presents underneath the tree So... I'm coming home for Cristmas To be with my family And loved ones so dear I'm coming home for Christmas Coming home for Christmas this year I'm coming home for Cristmas To be with my family And loved ones so dear I'm coming home for Christmas Coming home for Christmas this year Coming home for Christmas this year |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Christmas Caravan (1998)
Whats that up on the roof?
The snow is falling down Up in some northern town But a Carolina Christmas Is still the best around Wrap up your teddy bear Hang your stockings up with care It's a Carolina Christmas We're chillin' in our underwear Well Old St. Nick's got a bag of tricks And he's comin' 'round after 'while This must be his favorite haunt 'Cause we always do it up in style Grandma's got the fiddle And Grandpa's got the bass When it's Christmas in Carolina It's Christmas all over the place Grandma's got the fiddle And Grandpa's got the bass When it's Christmas in Carolina It's Christmas all over the place Yes boy, get that stocking out of yer mouth |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Christmas Caravan (1998)
Jim:My heart is sad, my soul is weary
Though Christmas day is fast appear I have no silver I have no gold To buy my wife a gift this year To see her sad on Christmas morning Is a thing I cannot bear I'll pawn the watch my father gave me To buy a come for her hair Katharine: Oh Mother, Mother what shall I do? Though Christmas day is fast appear I have no silver I have no gold To buy my love a gift this year For I am poor and I'm a beggar Not a cent have I, no dime I claim I'll trade the golden hair that is our pleasure Buy for your watch a golden chain Jim: Darling, darling today is Christmas What has become of your golden hair For I've traded our only treasure These silver combs for you to wear Katharine: Darling, darling we've lost our treasure My gift to you is a golden chain Though we've pawned away our only pleasures These gifts we give are not in vain All: The wise men came on Christmas morning Their gifts of love they came to bear From that day on always remembered Our own true love forever share |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Christmas Caravan (1998)
Want to show old Santa Claus that I be-lieve
Silent Night and the stars are bright The fields are white with snow Christmas trees are wating Lights are turned down low Tinsel shells and tinsle bells Reflect the firelight's hue Seem to whisper softly There's just one thing to do, I'm... Hanging up my stockings Tonight is Christmas Eve Want to show old Santa Claus that I believe Want to see his reindeer danicing Through the snow Hope their bells will wake me up So I will know Now Iay me down to sleep upon this joyful night Angels will watch over me until the morning light Now Iay me down to sleep upon this joyful night Now I have seen his reindeer prancing Through the snow Heard their bells their tinsel shells So now I know Santa Claus has been here That's one thing I believe So I'm putting up my stocking 'til next Christmas Eve |
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from Garfield (가필드) by Christophe Beck [ost] (2005)
Every dog will have it's day
That's what people used to say Now and then that's not the case There's a fat cat 'round the place Cat's away, the rats will surely go down Listen up 'cause I'm tellin' you the lowdown What does it matter if he keeps getting fatter What does it matter if fat cat's getting fatter Fat cat keeps getting fatter He comes in most every night Wakes me up before daylight All around he doesn't mind Pit pat pit pat pit pat all the time Cat's away, the rats will surely go down Listen up 'cause I'm tellin' you the lowdown What does it matter if he keeps getting fatter What does it matter if fat cat's getting fatter Fat cat keeps getting fatter Fat cat keeps getting fatter Fat cat keeps getting fatter |
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from Weeds by Brandon Jay [ost] (2006)
I've been searchin' all over for someone
I can tell my troubles to Searchin' all the wide world over Is it you, is it you Are you the kind of man that marries then gets his mind on somethin' new You gotta let me know I'm all alone Is it you, is it you Is it you baby Is it you I confide in you you seem to understand my point of view I'm old inside and you can't understand why, can't understand why I confide in you you seem to understand my point of view I'm old inside and you can't understand why, can't understand why I've been searchin' all over for someone I can tell my troubles to Searchin' all the wide world over Is it you, Is it you Is it you baby Is it? |
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
day before the fires of hell
You let me in your house You let me in your house You let me in your house with a hammer Set to tile or set to stone Tit for tat and bone for bone I'm goin' to set fire to your glamour Well now rock that candy shop Rock that candy shop Rock that candy shop set it on fire Run away and watch it burn I've got to set fire to your glamour Bah da dee' Rock that candy shop Rock that candy shop Rock that candy shop set it on fire Run away watch it burn Smell the ashes in the air Of this silly game we're sure to tire Well, you let me in your house You let me in your house You let me in your house with a hammer Set to tile or set to stone Tit for tat and bone for bone I'm goin' to set fire to your glamour Yes to your glamour Yes little mama, to your glamour To your'. Let it rock Listen to me now let it rock, let it rock now Rock that candy shop |
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
Wishing for contentment, hoping for relentment
venting my resentment on the happy few Awaiting resolution, and dreams of restitution finding retribution's just another thing to do You've got to keep yourself busy, visit Aunt Lizzy just see how she's been But when you're making a late run two judgmental matrons retort, see what I mean? A seeming reprobation, perhaps it's my vocation a nauseous elation comes to mind but it fades so soon |
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
Wait, don't go too early
you're tired but everyone's tired but no one is tired enough only wait a little and listen music of hair, music of pain music of looms weaving all our loves again be there to hear it, it's your only chance hair will become interesting pain will become interesting second hand gloves will become lovely again wait, wait for now distrust everything if you have to but trust the hours haven't they carried you everywhere up to now |
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
There was a time when I enjoyed vidalia
there was no other fruit I dared my lips to touch my grandad he prescribed vidalia "for whatever ails ya" - heart disease, the grippe and such But to yourself this medicine you'll properly expose the benefits of health, wealth, and respect Eat it like an apple of a deep-colored rose sweet victory will be yours to delect But how my palate grows tired so sweet, so sweet, so sweet no thanks I'll take defeat I remember a dark and smoky den Cheeks of roast beef bloody rare Oh, whiskey-edged faces of barrel-chested men And I'm feelin' small, weak and scared I remember that nook, the way I shook pain hurts innocence be damned red with shame and red with pain we all sit down to eat our leg of lamb our leg of lamb... we all sit down to eat our leg of lamb |
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
Step right on up, take a good good look
at the latest pie that fate could cook this is no phenom, so supermarket guru just a revelation from me to you So don't believe a thing that you might hear at least from the last 30 - 40 years cause it wasn't long ago just before the reign of Nero we had no concept of zero So beware, children beware, the devil may care six little soldiers with stripes on their shoulders never with a thought to dare So take aim, children take aim the drill sargeant sang with ample perspiration ordered stop your respiration and end the flow of oxygen to the brain So wake up sleepyheads, listen what I have to say as you near your independence day just keep in mind, in time your find so few so few have your best interrests in mind so don't believe a thing you might hear at least from the last 3 - 4,000 years 'cause is wasn't long ago just before the reign of Nero we had no concept of zero so beware, children beware the devil may care... and maybe he's the only one |
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
She's got a ham in her handbag, a pig in her purse
She's got two-ply no-fly baby buggers She's got a burlap sack, she's on a voter parade She's gonna get some carob cigars and some lemonade No need to put your ear to the ground Dora Munch is coming to town She puts eggs in her orange juice, coffee in her tea Puts olives in her jelly, says that's the way it's gonna be Ashes and mashes and dust and mustard Creamed spinach sandwich and she cuts the crusts off Don't let it show that you wanted some Dora Munch is coming to town She's got a ham in her handbag, a pig in her purse She's got two-ply no-fly baby buggers She's got a burlap sack, she's on a voter parade She's gonna get some carob cigars and some lemonade No need to put your ear to the ground Dora Munch is coming to town She puts eggs in her orange juice, coffee in her tea Puts olives in her jelly, says that's the way it's gonna be Ashes and mashes and dust and mustard Creamed spinach sandwich and she cuts the crusts off Don't let it show that you wanted some Dora Munch is coming to town, yes sir Dora Munch is coming to town, you heard me the first time Dora Munch is coming to town |
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
Feetlips, why do you do that way?
You know you'll have to pay for your making us nauseous Feetlips, you know today's the day you turn the other way and you eat your galoshes you thought Somepeople was a tragic name he was the easiest one to blame his weather systems tempered and tame till you catch wind of... Feetlips...you're so brash waltzing around talking your trash no, you haven't been drinking you just talk without thinking it's what got you this far but it's not worth one dollar no it's not a boy quiet...quiet...quiet...quiet...quiet...quiet...quiet... Feetlips, why do you do that way you know you'll have to pay... Feetlips |
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
Don't tell me anything...anyhow
your contribution, proposed solution fails for now cause I can see your house from here now the leaves have fallen, dear you're such a little privateer as your confession draws mor enear Don't sell me anything...of any kind your one time offer is so uncalled for you call it piece of mind but I don't want your life insurance home auto health fire insurance just make this basic inference employs a little common sense Time and again I find I'm listless or rather fistless in time that's what I find Carry me to Mecca with what you may devine take me with you, take me with you, don't leave me behind Don't tell me anything...anyhow your trite donation, commercialization won't hold water now 'cause I can see your ship from here now the weather's bright and clear you're such a little privateer as your confession draws near |
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from Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur (2001)
Step right on up, take a good good look
at the latest pie that fate could cook this is no phenom, so supermarket guru just a revelation from me to you So don't believe a thing that you might hear at least from the last 30 - 40 years cause it wasn't long ago just before the reign of Nero we had no concept of zero So beware, children beware, the devil may care six little soldiers with stripes on their shoulders never with a thought to dare So take aim, children take aim the drill sargeant sang with ample perspiration ordered stop your respiration and end the flow of oxygen to the brain So wake up sleepyheads, listen what I have to say as you near your independence day just keep in mind, in time your find so few so few have your best interrests in mind so don't believe a thing you might hear at least from the last 3 - 4,000 years 'cause is wasn't long ago just before the reign of Nero we had no concept of zero so beware, children beware the devil may care... and maybe he's the only one |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
When I was a lad, I was a little bit shy.
Something came along and caught my eye. When I heard the jazz band strike up, I swear, I had my mind made up. Now I'm getting older Everything is in full swing. Now I'm getting bolder Man, I've got to do that thing. I used to walk along with the rest Now I've got something all my own Now you've got a little something new. Broke away, somehow. That's why I'm swinging it I've got my own thing now! Children put away your toys All your little children's games. Let the jazz band make some noise Step up ladies and watch out boys. 'Mirror on the wall, who's the hot band in the hall?' Let everybody sing Get on out there and do your thing. |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
Put a lid on it
What's that you say? Put a lid on it Oh man, no way Put a lid down on it, and everything will be all right. Put a lid on it Don't hand me that Put a lid on it I'm all right, Jack Put a lid down on it, before somebody starts a fight. Say, every time I turn it loose you cats Come down and cook my goose When I start I just can't stop But if you keep this up you're gonna blow your top! Put a lid on it Too late this time Put a lid on it I've got to get what's mine Put a lid down on it, and everything will be all right. Well, grab your drink and clear a space I think it's time to torch this place Now the girl's in overdrive But some of your pals want to stay alive! I'll put a lid on it I'll put a lid down on it Save it for another night |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
You come to me at twighlight
The soft summer breeze, the sand, the waving hair But how am I to know? This feeling has no name. Each morning I dream of twighlight And wait for your glow Down from where the moonflowers grow. Far beneath the sea Awaits a home for me. |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
I've been searchin' all over for someone
I can tell my troubles to Searchin' all the wide world over Is it you, is it you Are you the kind of man that marries then gets his mind on somethin' new You gotta let me know I'm all alone Is it you, is it you Is it you baby Is it you I confide in you you seem to understand my point of view I'm old inside and you can't understand why, can't understand why I confide in you you seem to understand my point of view I'm old inside and you can't understand why, can't understand why I've been searchin' all over for someone I can tell my troubles to Searchin' all the wide world over Is it you, Is it you Is it you baby Is it? |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
She:
Anywhere old Prince Nez goes That's where I go too He clears up a stormy sky, Whenever he's by my side. Everything's nearer, everything's clearer Everything's so divine. I don't care what momma sez Prince Nez I'm gonna make you mine. He: Anywhere old Prince Nez goes That's where she goes too! Always so debonair. Flirting with such a flair. (Oh you dog!) Everything's hazy, everything's crazy Everything's up in the air. My gal sez she loves Prince Nez But I really don't care. |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
In the afterlife
You could be headed for the serious strife Now you make the scene all day But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay In the afterlife You could be headed for the serious strife Now you make the scene all day But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay People listen attentively I mean about future calamity I used to think the idea was obsolete Until I heard the old man stamping his feet This is a place where eternally Fire is applied to the body Teeth are extruded and bones are ground And baked into cakes which are passed around In the afterlife You could be headed for the serious strife Now you make the scene all day But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay Beauty, talent, fame, money, refinement , job skill and brain But all the things you try to hide Will be revealed on the other side. In the afterlife You could be headed for the serious strife Now you make the scene all day (MEET THE FURNACE) But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay (yessisisisis it is HOT) Now the D and A and the M and the N and the A And the T and the I-O-N Lose your face Lose your name Then get fitted for a suit of flames. Now the D and A and the M and the N and the A And the T and the I-O-N Lose your face Lose your name Then get fitted for a suit of flames. |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
All the time of finding ways to make things fall in line
I know how tricky things can be. But I really do believe that You are mine, and our stars are there before us. Listen here, some things are meant to be. Tried to take it slow Tried to lose control But I'll tell you what the trick is: What you get is what you had to give away. When I learned I found my eyes were open Long ago I had a dream that quickly faded Goes to show how tricky things can be But wouldn't you agree that Those who know whisper when they see us walking "There's a love that's always meant to be." |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
There's a man going around in this town selling lies.
He's the bad businessman And the mess he sells is bad And the mess he leaves is sad. He's a clown That's going to get bounced around If he don't keep his business underground. He's a player But every time he deals a round It's a bad hand What a bad man. Beware of what he sells. It's shooting you straight to hell. "Tain't no bottom in that wishing well. Bad businessman. |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
Your momma never told you
How you were 'sposed to treat a girl. Your poppa never told you and Now you're all alone out in the world. Sirens are screaming Inside the winding sheets are pale. Devils are dreaming Dreaming of the blue angel. Now I lay me down to sleep But troubled dreams are all I find. Pray the Lord my soul to keep Pray so I won't lose my mind. Streetlights come streaming On wings tonight, I'll soon set sail. Devils are dreaming Dreaming of a blue angel. Your momma's going to take it hard You always were your momma's boy. Your laying in the graveyard Now you're not your momma's joy. Silence is screaming I'll bat an eye and cast my spell. Devils are dreaming Dreaming of a blue angel. Devils are dreaming Dreaming of a blue angel. (3x's) |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hot (2008)
Your mama never told you
how you were s'posed to treat a girl Your papa never told you now you're alone, out in the world Sirens are screaming inside the winding sheets are pale The devils are dreaming, dreaming of a blue angel Now I lay me down to sleep but troubled dreams are all I find I pray the Lord my soul to keep I pray so I won't lose my mind Streetlights come streaming on wings tonight I'll soon set sail The devils are dreaming, dreaming of a blue angel Your mama's gonna take it hard you always were your mama's boy You're lying in the graveyard now you're not your mama's joy Silence is screaming i'll bat an eye and cast my spell The devil's are dreaming, dreaming of a blue angel The devil's are dreaming, dreaming of a blue angel The devil's are dreaming, dreaming of a blue angel The devil's are dreaming. |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
In a line at a cafe
I overheard a waitress say 'These cats is broke, I knows 'em Through 'em out the doors and close 'em' Still look saggy, for so low This occupation's got to go Up pulls the limo, up goes the thrill The suits are picking up the bill It's alright for them to tag along It's just one bill their tagging on I'll find some way to get along The business suits to the rescue So nice doing business with you Do we really hate the clock When we realize that 'Oh, their selling down for the deal' The suits are picking up, the suits are picking up the bill I cannot say from where I'm standing My friends have passed out on the landing Yes, one too many has left us high and dry I've been feeling down, since the suits got back in town |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
That low down man of mine
Mistreats me all the time He sez he loves me only Then turns around and leaves me sad and lonely If he could see through my eyes And be the one who cries He would see He would never be That low down man of mine That low down man with his low down ways I know he'll go some day It wont be long But from now on If he could see through my eyes And be the one who cries He would see He would never be That low down man of mine If he could see through my eyes And be the one who cries He would see He'd come back to me That low down man |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
Met the Ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise
This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes: Rooms were made for carpets, Towers made for spires, Ships were made for cannonade fire off from inside them *Gwine to run all night Gwine to run all day Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day no, no, no (End Chorus) *Repeat Met the Ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes: Ships were made for sinking, Whiskey made for drinking, If we were made of cellophane, we'd all get stinking drunk quite faster ha, ha, ha *Repeat |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
All the birds up in the trees have got a different song to sing
And as birds learned now they've learned that swing They've been Pallin' with Al (me too) Down below at the candy shop, theyre still workin at that same old chore But the stuff heres sweeter than it was before You know why people, Pallin with Al Who's that man who's got that sentemental swing Plays that mess just like it doesn't mean a thing Gather round you all and watch him Watch him pluck those strings People, when he gets that right hand pumpin' All those kiddies got to start buck jumpin' Listen now and dont forget If you go for that solid jive You can always keep the dream alive Be bop a doo bop a bee ba doo way |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
Ev'ry dog will have its day
Thats what people used to say Nowadays thats not the case Cuz theres a fat cat runs the place *While the cats away the rats will surely go down Listen up cuz im tellin you the low down What does it matter if hes getting fatter What does it matter if fat cat keeps getting fatter(End Chorus) Fat cat keeps getting fatter He comes in most ev'ry night Wakes me up before daylight All around that house of mine Its pit pat pit pat pit pat all the time *Repeat |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track
This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track Not what I heard or saw on TV, But what I witnessed entirely Each bend in the road was infact another curve on the monkey track Once upon a time we thought we were free And had control over destiny We saw ourselves a competent band Able to reason, prosper and plan But we had a chamber in the moon Circumstance made us change our tune When the veil was torn from our face We became the monkeys riding the race MONKEY! You think you got the stuff it takes to break away! Boy youll be on the track every day Talent, vigor,drive Youll eat peanut butter the rest of your life And these last things you can arrange Find other people equally strange Stuff yourselves in the van and ride the pine box derby to the finish line I said: Chris P. rides on a serious plan Hes going to finish as fast as he can The Escalator takes it personally And does not drive professionally Charming Enchantress and Bones can run Even if the winshield wipers are on I the Broadcaster avoid police But the Bat was led into custody |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
My drag
Its a weight on my back Im lost in a stack without my drag My blues Alone and confused Im spreading the news about my drag I could go right along singing songs of love That happiness brings If I stop for a while I could smile and be glad But that crazy feeling back bad My drag Its a hound on my track I just fell through the cracks into my drag |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
I was walking down the street
A stranger said to me Be careful what you do Then when waiting for a train I heard a strange refrain Id watch out if I were you, boy Is something going to happen soon Somethings going to happen soon I have a phone that dosent ring A line that dosent sting I have a dream where snowflakes fall inside a painted hall But that dont pay the rent If you draw a bow draw the strongest Yes, and if you use an arrow use the longest Altough I dont spook easily It has occured to me Transformation is in the air Are the heavens conspiring to show me this new thing Or has it always been there |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
We meet at Lafittes each night as twilight sleeps
A kind of reverie A kind of sleepy feeling is creeping over me Thats the place for dancing and romancing Thats the place where you and me could go if we were lovers stealing An evening at Lafittes When we meet at Lafittes each night as twilight creeps A kind of reverie A kind of sleepy feeling is creeping over me Thats the place for dancing and romancing Thats the place where you and me could go if we were lovers stealing An evening at Lafittes |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
Tonight I will dream
Far below the fading light My dream is for you My arms were made to hold you tight Now the time has come The time has come |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
When you do that little thing
That fascinating thing I get so fascinated with you baby My knees get weak Every time you speak my name The way you treat me mama means everything Come on and do that thing That fascinating thing! |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites (1998)
Its all over there isnt any more
Its all over but whats it over for Just when you think the partys starting Its Over |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Sold Out (2008)
All the birds up in the trees have got a different song to sing
And as birds learned now they've learned that swing They've been Pallin' with Al (me too) Down below at the candy shop, theyre still workin at that same old chore But the stuff heres sweeter than it was before You know why people, Pallin with Al Who's that man who's got that sentemental swing Plays that mess just like it doesn't mean a thing Gather round you all and watch him Watch him pluck those strings People, when he gets that right hand pumpin' All those kiddies got to start buck jumpin' Listen now and dont forget If you go for that solid jive You can always keep the dream alive Be bop a doo bop a bee ba doo way |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Sold Out (2008)
There's a flu bug getting passed around
and it's Spreading like fire through the town There's a virus holing up inside us Everyone that I know is coming down There's an Asian influenza Infecting us all by the score And it's turning into pneumonia We must go out once more There's a fool moon howling at the night And it's bark is much worse than it's bite So we must go out and dance around Yes we must go tonight So the doctors came on the evening train With their flasks and their caskets and vials Mass psychosis was their diagnosis (yes) So we all cashed our checks and went wild There's a fool moon howling at the night And it's bark is much worse than it's bite So we must go out and dance around Yes we must go tonight La Grippe!, Salsa! |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Sold Out (2008)
I raise hell
Every night with all my friends from town I drive in To their house, we put on our volley gowns And I raise hell Every day Way out here all alone No one knows those things I do Dancing on all of those Bones Sheep have all gone from the meadow The sheep have all gone from the forest Wasps are gone from the wallow Theres nothing left but the cold And I raise hell Every day Way out here all alone No one knows those things I do Dancing on all of those Bones I raise hell Every day Way out here all alone No one knows those things I do Dancing on all of those Bones |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Sold Out (2008)
Out with my true love on a holiday
She took to pass The time away Under an umbrella, we pass the day Like two robins under the cable One for tomorrow, dedicated to you One for another and that may do Well after we cried We thought we had died We both fell to pieces We both fell to pieces We both fell to pieces Out in the pasture I lost my shoe You dropped your bonnet Your petticoat too Got caught in the rain But we did not care So and on so and on so and on One for tomorrow, dedicated to you One for another and that may do Well after we cried We thought we had died We both fell to pieces We both fell to pieces We both fell to pieces Out with my true love on a holiday She took to pass The time away Under an umbrella, we pass the day Like two robins under the cable One for tomorrow, dedicated to you One for another and that may do Well after we cried We thought we had died We both fell to pieces We both fell to pieces We both fell to pieces |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Bedlam Ballroom (2008)
Down in the country where I was born,
We'd go to church ev'ry Sunday mornin', Then in the evening the lights would fade, These are the words that my mama said: "Children I hope you sleep tight, And don't let the bedbugs bite, If you should die before you wake, Pray good God your soul will take." (Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya.) Preacher would tell us that the lord was good, All us little children should knock on wood, Preacher would tell us 'bout the angels and saints, Grandfather taught us 'bout the spooks and [inaudable], He said: "(Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [no, no] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya.)" Then I'd pull the covers up over my head, Stop thinkin' 'bout the things underneath the bed, Thunder and the lightnin' begin to boom, Somebody's knockin', but nobody's home. (Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [no, no] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya.)[x2] |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Bedlam Ballroom (2008)
Hey there baby
I have gotten some news for you You think you're something out of sight to take me out every night take me out show me everything but you won't do the right thing Baby wants a diamond to have and hold a diamond ring with a band of gold string of pearls are so nice but it ain't worth a trip to paradise your weary romance is much too slow you gotta give up o that dough Baby wants a diamond to have and hold a diamond ring with a band of gold |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Bedlam Ballroom (2008)
Hush little baby
don't say a word Mama's gonna stop all your crying your time with us has just begun Hush little baby don't cry Quiet little baby don't say a thing Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring daddy will sing you a lullaby hush little baby don't cry you're in all my dreams I dream both night and day you're just what it means I can't begin to say you're in all my dreams you're in all my schemes you're in all my dreams I dream both night and day you're just what it means I can't begin to say you're in all my dreams you're in all my schemes you're in all my dreams |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Bedlam Ballroom (2008)
I'm just this side of blue,
Just as close to crackin' up, Just this shy of packin' up, I'm just this side of blue. It's that time you knew, There's no point in talkin' it out, Just as close to walkin out, That's why I'm tellin you. I could complain, and be a pain, But I'd get tired of that. I could cuss. and raise a fuss That won't fix what's wrong with us. I'm just this side of blue, So tired of shackin' up, Just this close to crackin' up, I'm just this side of blue. It's that time, you knew, There's no point in talkin' it out, Just this close to walkin' out, That's why I'm tellin' you. I could complain, and be a pain, But I'd get tired of that. I could cuss, and raise some dust, That won't fix what's wrong with us. I'm just this side of blue, I'm just this side of blue. |
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from Squirrel Nut Zippers - Bedlam Ballroom (2008)
If it ain't broke don't fix it,
mama, I love that stuff. That's why I'm confessin to you, babe, We've got to fix this up. I've been all over the whole world, I've learned a thing or two. So if it ain't broke don't fix it, That's what I'm stickin' with you. Had I met you on a clouded day, Things might not have worked out. Since I met you on that sunny day, That first kiss knocked me out. I know you've got your problems, Honey, I've got mine too. So if it ain't broke don't fix it, That's why I'm stickin' with you. I know you've got your problems, Mama, I've got mine too. If it ain't broke don't fix it, That's why I'm stickin' with you. |
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from Andrew Bird - Weather Systems (2006)
then it was dusk in Illinois
a small boy, after an afternoon of carting dung hung on a rail fence, a sapped thing weary to crying dark was growing tall he began to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear they were calling on his ears with what seemed their joy soon the sound was pleasant for a boy listening in the smoky dusk and nightfall of illinois and from the fields two small boys came bearing cornstalk violins so they rubbed the cornstalk bows with resins and the three just sat there scraping of the joy of their joy, they're scraping of the joy it was now fine music the frogs and the boys did in the towering illinois twilight make and into dark in spite a shoulder's ache a boy's hunched body loved out of a stalk the first song of his happiness and the song woke his heart into the darkness and sadness of joy dark was growing tall he began to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear they were calling on his ear with what seemed their joy |
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from Andrew Bird - Weather Systems (2006)
We're keeping busy yeah we're bleeding stones
With our machinations and our palindromes Anything but hear a voice Anything but hear a voice Anything but hear a voice That says we're basically alone Says we're basically alone We're keeping busy yeah we're bleeding stones With our machinations and our palindromes Anything but hear a voice That says we're basically alone Says we're basically alone Says we're basically alone We're keeping busy yeah we're bleeding stones With our machinations and our palindromes Anything but hear a voice Anything but hear a voice That says we're basically alone Says we're basically alone Says we're basically alone |
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from Andrew Bird - Weather Systems (2006)
being alone it can be quite romantic
like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic a fantastic voyage to parts unknown going to depths where the sun's never shone and I fascinate myself when I'm alone so I go a little overboard but hang on to the hull while I'm airbrushing fantasy art on a life that's really kind of dull oh, I'm in a lull I'm all for moderation but sometimes it seems moderation itself can be a kind of extreme so I joined the congregation I joined the softball team I went in for my confirmation where incense looks like steam I start conjugating proverbs where once there were nouns this whole damn rhyme scheme's starting to get me down Oh, I'm in a lull I'm in a lull being alone it can be quite romantic like jacques cousteau underneath the atlantic a fantastic voyage to parts unknown going to depths where the sun's never shone and I fascinate myself when I'm alone I'm rambling on rather self consciously while I'm stirring these condiments into my tea and I think I'm so lame I bet I think this song's about me don't I don't I don't I? I'm in a lull |
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from Andrew Bird - Weather Systems (2006)
Now if you think I'm wasting your time again
I'm wasting your time When you pick me up in duty free That's when I thought I'd be the cross in your T Or must see TV Tram pam pam pam, but If you think I'm wasting your time again No, oh, you're wasting mine When you're playing for a prime-time dream The CNB scene Now I'm just a split in your seam the I in your team Oooh please don't get too excited Oooh maybe you're not invited To my action adventure My action adventure dream So when you think you're on the fast track You find it's just a cul-de-sac back In that adult lifestyle community Where all your little boys, your action toys are duty free Oooh please don't get too excited Ooooh maybe you're not invited To my action adventure My action adventure dream So I wonder what you got your persona for Cause there's a 2-for-one down at the corner-store And I wonder could ya pep it up a bit You know throw a fit You go ahead and dance I'll just sit If you think I'm wasting your time again I'm wasting your time again oh, you're wasting mine When you're playing for a prime-time dream The CNB scene Now I'm just a split in your seam the I in your team So I'm looking at the back of my hand again Oh, I'm looking at the back of my hand again, To what end if I can't even find a goddamn pen |
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from Andrew Bird - Weather Systems (2006)
my skin is
white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent resting on her bones waiting for the telephone to ring ba-ring ba-ring ba-ring . . . bo-ring bo-ring bo-ring . . . my skin is cold as her toes on the bathroom floor run back to bed and slam the door oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely... skin is my it's the only thing that doesn't really fly in my land and love, oh love is my love is it's the only thing that butterfly in Thailand let it be printed on every t-shirt in this land on the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands in bolder letters than the capital I it's the only thing, it's the only thing it's the only lonely, whoa my skin is white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent waiting for that macrame bird of prey to come down and sing la-ling la-ling la-ling... oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh, oh what a lovely sound |
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from Andrew Bird - Weather Systems (2006)
quiet
quiet down she said speaking to the back of his head on the edge of her bed I can see your blood flow your cells grow hold still a while don't spill the wine I can see it all from here I can see I can see weather systems of the world and every time you turn the soil another cloud begins to boil some things you say are not for sale I would hold that we're all free agents of a substance or scale hold still a while don't spill the wine I can see it all from here I can see I can see weather systems of the world |
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from Andrew Bird - Weather Systems (2006)
whenever paul thinks of rain,
swallows fall in a wave and tap on his window with their beaks whenever paul thinks of snow, soft winds blow round his head and his phone rings just once late at night-like a bird calling out, "wake up, paul. don't be scared. don't believe you're all alone." "wake up, paul," whisper clouds rolling by and the seeds falling softly from the branches of the trees. |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
My pitiful sorrows have seen more tomorrows than yours
My rain really pours At least more than yours At least more than yours In the depths of my sadness there's a beautiful madness you see It's right here on my sleeve You must not believe I can see you just don't believe So I really have to say it's all just so romantic Cause I've seen the others try and they just seem pedantic Cause when it comes to misery When it comes to misery When it comes to misery No one competes with me My sweeping emotions have spanned the great oceans From this fifty foot wave I just can't be saved O don't even try I can't be saved My pitiful sorrows have seen more tomorrows than yours My rain really pours At least more than yours At least more than yours So I really have to say it's all just so romantic Cause I've seen the others try and they just seem pedantic Cause when it comes to misery When it comes to misery When it comes to misery No one competes with me |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
Give her a red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes
A new bob haircut and a shot of good booze her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn oh if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone come along young man, everything's sitting right here my husband's gone away till next Saturday night her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn oh if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone I’m round-a-go, red shoes on my feet got my mind set right for ten years at sea her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone yeah cause the red rooster says "cock-a-doodle do do" the wishing woman says "and a doodle do" her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone one more time red rooster says "cock-a-doodle do do" the wishing woman says "and a doodle do" her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone if you come too late your mama' will be gone |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
When I was a little boy I threw away my action toys
I became obsessed with operation with Hearts and minds and certain glands You learn to keep a steady hand And thus began a morbid fascination with... sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking Do you wonder where the self resides Is it in your head or between your sides And who's going to decide its true location? cause it's a question for the centuries from communion to mad cow disease but is it worthy of a song - all life's location? oh and the sweetest sweetbread of them all within the kingdom of afar call them thoughts and metaphor-inations they call them sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking does the thought of bowels red and black the thought of tongues that taste you back fill you with a nauseous elation where a simple trip to the grocery store could fill you with an abject horror can you taste the misery of those crustaceans? oh and the sweetest sweetbread of them all within the kingdom of afar should've caused some silent machinations they call them sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking aw, I could taste what you were thinking oh, give me your thoughts about sweetbread |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
I was walking
With my feet A disposition Fell over me The armory wall was bleeding The restless child was reading I was swimming Could hardly stand The swimming hour was at hand The fishes they were feeding The lambs they were bleating I walk slowly When I walk away from you I'm feeling bad I'm looking bad I feel and look so bad Some might say Yours truly is soaking his head There's apprehension And inhibition All contributions To my attrition And it happened long ago These things these things That make me walk so darn slow |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
my skin is
white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent resting on her bones waiting for the telephone to ring ba-ring ba-ring ba-ring . . . bo-ring bo-ring bo-ring . . . my skin is cold as her toes on the bathroom floor run back to bed and slam the door oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely... skin is my it's the only thing that doesn't really fly in my land and love, oh love is my love is it's the only thing that butterfly in Thailand let it be printed on every t-shirt in this land on the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands in bolder letters than the capital I it's the only thing, it's the only thing it's the only lonely, whoa my skin is white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent waiting for that macrame bird of prey to come down and sing la-ling la-ling la-ling... oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh, oh what a lovely sound |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun
with that heavy-metal gaze they'll have to measure in tons and when you look up at the sky all you see are zeros all you see are zeros and ones you took my hand and led me down to watch the kewpie doll parade we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade it's not that I just didn't care I must admit I was afraid and I'm awfully glad my finger's resting gently on the masterfade the masterfade I coulda played along the masterfade I coulda played Mah Jongg but it just takes too long and I just can't remember which way the east wind blows does it matter? if we're all matter what's it matter does it matter if we're all matter when we're done? when the sky is full of zeros and ones I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain I thought at last I'd found a situation you can't explain with GPS you know it's all just a matter of degrees your happiness won't find you underneath that canopy of trees if the green grass is 6 the soybeans are 7 the junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11 and if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face when they come floating down from the heavens you took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade you squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid 'cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade the masterfade I coulda played along the masterfade I coulda played Mah Jongg but it just takes too long and who the hell can remember which way the east wind blows when you're lying on the ground staring up at an inverted compass I mean Christ who knows? |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
There's one guy I'd like to thank
He signs the checks and leaves them blank He's the one He says you don't have to walk a plank The game is rigged, go fig your Slide show tanked And your flagship sank So we're taking all our myths to the bank So just don't forget who to thank We're taking our myths to the Drinking a fifth to the We're taking all our myths to the bank If you could just do him this favor Although it might involve child labor Join his entourage Give him a foot massage From Star Search to the Philharmonic He'll get you there with Hooked on Phonics He's the one to know Doesn't matter if you blow ? no no In fact it's just the thing He thinks we're needing It's a lukewarm liquid diet They're force feeding When the words we use have lost their bite Now they hit you like an imaginary pillow fight But it's all right Cause you're inside And you're in tight Deals in commodities of the abstract sort Buys them in bulk but sells them short Talent, genius, love even signs of affection He floods the market there's no price protection And when his master plan is unfurled There stands a handsome bid on the weather systems of the world |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
those that will judge
will say you're aloof but you know the truth is a seed you know what you need is a conflagration cause when I see your blood and the bits of your broken tooth it gives me the proof that I need it's the proof that you bleed and it's a revelation it's a revelation I thought you were a life-sized paper doll propped up in the hardware store propped up on the front lawn watching the parade of the legionnaires with 2/4s marching off to wars I didn't know what you were made of color of your blood what you're afraid of are you made of calcium or are you carbon based cause if you're made of calcium I'll have to take a taste calcium is deadly, but tender to the tooth but it's one sure-fire way to know if you're mx-missile proof or if you're just aloof and you were in the ground in late November though the leaves and earth were damp did you think they would remember how you almost made state champ and when you're running for the game against Alfonsus and you fell up on the ground and chipped your tooth that might really have surprised us to learn that maybe you weren't really mx-missiles proof |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
All alone now, guess I'm satisfied
All alone now, guess I'm satisfied Lil' bit older now, guess I'm satisfied What a dream life would seem If only they'd let you keep your etch-a-sketch What a dream life would seem If only they'd let you keep your etch-a-sketch |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
Elder Green is dead and gone
Lost his way going to town Don't know who he is or what he's done But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue Yeah it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue If I was in an old hotel That happened to be on fire Maybe I'd jump or Maybe I'd reconsider Then I'd climb a little higher Like an oily rag In a dusty corner Like a box of matches near an open flame I'd jump 18 stories from a burning fire Sooner than I'd face this world of shame Yeah I'd skip this town and Jump a westbound train Take these fingerlings from my fingers Spoken with your breath With white-washed eyes And flies that linger Seems rather forlorn and bereft I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie As if I couldn't have guessed He says I'm gonna get the hell Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west If I was in an old hotel That happened to be on fire Maybe I'd jump or Maybe I'd reconsider Then I'd climb a little higher Like an oily rag In a dusty corner Like a box of matches near an open flame I'd get so far away From that old matchbox hotel Man I'd skip this town and Jump a westbound train Anything to get away from this shame Take these fingerlings from my fingers Spoken with your breath With white-washed eyes And flies that linger Seems rather forlorn and bereft I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie As if I couldn't have guessed He says I'm gonna get the hell Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west |
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from Andrew Bird - Fingerlings 1 & 2 : Live Recordings (2006)
Some day
Some happy day Some day I'll find I live before I die some day Oh Lord, some day Some day Some happy day Some day I'll find The one with eyes that say those words I cannot find I hope I live before I die some day Oh, some day I hope there's tears of joy I cry Some day Lord, some day Some day Some happy day Some day I'll find The one with eyes that say those words I cannot find |
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from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009)
In the salsify mains of what was thought but unsaid
all the calcified arithmatists were doing the math And it would take a calculated blow to the head to light the eyes of all the harmless sociopaths oh arm in arm we are the harmless sociopaths oh, arm in arm with all the harmless sociopaths calcium mines are buried deep in your chest oh the calcium mines you buried deep in your chest. Ooh, you're deep in a mine Ooh, a calcium mine o-o-oh let's get out of here past the atmosphere squint your eyes and no one dies or goes to jail past the silver bridge oh the silver bridge wearing nothing but a one-sie and a veil. Ooh, you're deep in a mine, o-o-oh Ooh, a calcium mine oh-no-no arm in arm we are the harmless sociopaths oh arm in arm with all the harmless sociopaths in the calcium mines buried deep in your chest oh the calcium mines buried deep in your chest. Ooh, deep in a mine, oh-no Ooh, a calcium mine oh-no so let's get out of here past the atmosphere squint your eyes and no one dies or goes to jail past the silver bridge oh the silver bridge wearing nothing but a one-sie and a veil. oh-no oh-no oh-no oh-no |
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from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009)
Come what may
Lay your eggs where it's warm We come here to swarm Come by sea Swarm like smoke in the dawn We were the young We were the swarm Radiolarians Midges and moths Cut from a cloth We were the young We were the swarm Flailing fetal fleas Feeding from the arms of the master Burrow into me And this is sure to misspell disaster Oh and the young in the larval stage Orchestrating plays In vestments of translucent alabaster So they took me to the hospital They put my body through a scan What they saw there would impress them all For inside me grows a man Who speaks with perfect diction As he orders my eviction As he acts with more conviction Than I Oh, burrow into me This is sure to misspell disaster Oh, burrow into me You're feeding from the arms of the master We were the young We were the swarm We were the young Radiolarians (3x) Come what may Come what may Come |
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from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009)
Comes and goes
Like in fits and dizzy spells, like the weather And it blows Like it knows what's going wrong, like it's clever Has a name but the name goes unspoken Weather wanes were all twisted and broken So soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on Flailing to the whir of a snack machine Muted screams of an old regime And then, oh something gets in it The nightshade gets in it And we were all fast asleep, we were all so fast asleep But you woke us, you woke us from the strangest dream That an aubergine could ever know Would ever know, would ever know Lava flows over crooks and craggy cliffs to the ocean And explodes in a steam heat fevered cyclical motion Has a name but the name goes unspoken It's in vain 'cause the language is broken So cast your own, cast your own Cast your own, cast your own Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on |
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from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009)
If you come to find me affable
And build a replica for me Would the idea to you be laughable Of a pale facsimile So when you come to burn an effigy It should keep the flies away When you learn to burn this effigy It should be For the hours that slip away It could be you, it could be me Working the door, drinking for free Carrying on with your conspiracies Filling the room with a sense of unease Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone Like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone When one has spent too much time alone... So if you come to burn my effigy It should keep the flies away When you learn to burn an effigy it should be Of a man whose lost his way, slips away |
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from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009)
Tenuous at best was all he had to say
When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans Greek Cypriots and harbor sorts who hang around in ports a lot uh huh Here's where things start getting weird While chinless men will scratch their beards And to their minds a sharpened axe Is brushed upon the Uralic syntaxes Love of hate acts as an axis Love of hate acts as an axis First it wanes and then it waxes So procreate and pay your taxes Tenuousness, less seven comes to three Them, you, us plus eleven Thank the heavens for their elasticity And as for those who live and die for astronomy When coprophagia was writ Know when to stand or when to sit Can't stand to stand, can't stand to sit And who would want to know this? Click, click, click Who wants to look upon this? Who wants to look upon this pray tell? Who wants to look upon this? Who wants to look upon this pray tell, pray tell? Tenuousness, less seven comes to three Them, you, us plus eleven comes just shy of infinity And as for those who live and die from numerology |
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from Andrew Bird - Noble Beast (2009)
Just think of the lives you could swap with your own
While you're selling you're coats, you're sewing your own And though it's not the easy way, sometimes we've got to pay to play with finger paints and macromay It's time we asked a see and say Could you bring a different nomenclature? Now the colors have bled to gray. To ones that don't take distant nature. Our nomenclature's washin away. Washin Away. Our nomenclature's washin away. Washin away. But did it carry you away? Carry you all away? Did it carry you away? Carie you all away Nomenclature's washin away It's washing us all away Nomenclature's washin away It's washing us all away |
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