Andrew Bird

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

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

I see a sea anemone
The enemy
See a sea anemone
And that'll be the end of me.

While the vicious fish was caught unawares in the tenderest of tendrils
Underneath her tender gills

I will become this animal
Perfectly adapted to the music halls
I will become this animal
Anomalous appendages
A non-animal

Hold on just a second
Don't tell me this one you know
I know this one I know this song
I know this one I love this song
Hold on just a second
Don't tell me this one you know
i know this one I know this song
I know this one I love this song
I know this one

Underneath the stalactites
The troglobites lost their sight
Uh oh

The seemingly innocuous plecostomus
though posthumus
They talk to us
They talk too much

See a sea anemone
The enemy
See a sea anemone
That'll be the end of me
Vicious fish was caught unawares
In the tend'rest tendrils
Underneath her tender gills and

I will become this animal
Perfectly adapted to a music hall
I will become this animal

Anomalous appendages
A non-animal

I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
of the space between our chairs
and I was a cartographer
of the tangles in your hair

I sighed a song that silence brings
it's the one that everybody knows
oh everybody knows
the song that silence sings
and this was how it goes

these looms that weave apocryphal
they're hanging from a strand
these dark and empty rooms were full
of incandescent hands

and awkward pause
a fatal flaw
time it's a crooked bow
oh time's a crooked bow

in time you need to learn to love
the ebb just like the flow

grab hold of your bootstraps
and pull like hell
‘till gravity feels sorry for you
and lets you go
as if you lack the proper chemicals to know
the way it felt the last time you let yourself
fall this low
time
oh time
it's a crooked bow
time's a crooked bow

fifty-five and three?eighths years later
at the bottom of this gigantic crater
and armchair calls to you
yeah this armchair calls to you
and it says that
some day
we'll get back at them all
with epoxy and a pair of pliers
as ancient sea slugs begin to crawl
through the ragweed and barbed wire
you didn't write you didn't call
it didn't cross your mind at all
and through the waves
the waves of a.m. squall
you couldn't feel a thing at all
you're fifty-five and three-eighths tall

time

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

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.

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

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]

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

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

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.

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

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

when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others
and the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers
milk that sours is promptly spat
light will fill our eyes like cats

and they shall enter from the back
with spears and scepters and squirming sacks
scribes and tangles between their ears
faceless scrumbled charcoal smears

through the coppice and the chaparral
the thickets thick with mold
the bracken and the brier
catchweed into the fold

when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others
and the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers
milk that sours is promptly spat
the light will fill our eyes like cats
cataracts

When I was just a little boy
I threw away all of my action toys
While I became obsessed with operation

With hearts and minds and certain glands
You gotta learn to keep a steady hand
And thus began my morbid fascination

Tore the spines from out of all of these self-help books
Made myself a gun that not only shoots but looks
So real
It shoots through steel
With rays of dark matter

Do you wonder where the self resides
Is it in your head or between your sides
And who will be the one who will decide
Its true location
And does the thought of bile that's red and black
The thought of tongues that taste you back
Fill you with a naus-eous-eous sort of elation

A noose is loosed around our necks made of DNA
And every day it's growing tighter no matter what they do or say
And you can shoot right through it with rays of dark matter
Just before they kick out the ladder
With rays of dark matter
Like something catching fire

Do you wonder where the self resides
Is it in your head or between your sides
And who will be the one who will decide
Its true location

Dear Dirty, I'm a man strong and {n/a}
And I live in a cave, using my blood to draw,blood to draw
And I live in a cave, {n/a}
Something I come up to, something I come up to
Something I come up to, using my blood to draw
the blood to draw animal,like the bull
Dear Dirty,
Then I go to find more things,
Go for walks to find things I,
I can use to make the tools to kill
all these animals, or all these things
Dear Dirty

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turnstiles on mezzanine
Jet ways and Dramamine fiends
And x-ray machines
You were hurling through space
G-forces twisting your face
Breeding superstition
A fatal premonition
You know you got to envision
The fiery crash

Oh close your eyes and you wake up
Face stuck to a vinyl settee
Oh the line was starting to break up
Just as you were starting to say
Something apropos I don't know

Beige tiles and magazines
Lou Dobbs and the CNN team
On every monitor screen
You were caught in the crossfire
Where every human face
Has you reaching for your mace
So it's kind of an imposition
Fatal premonition

To save our lives you've got to envision
And to save all our lives you've got to envision
The fiery crash

It's just a formality
Why must I explain?
Just a nod to mortality
Before you get on a plane

Oh close your eyes and you wake up
Face stuck to a vinyl settee
Oh the line was starting to break up
What was that you were going to say?

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

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

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)

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

Bored holes through our tongues
So sing a song about it
Held our breath for too long
‘Til we're half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong
And you can blame us for it
Turn a clamp on our thumbs
We'll sew a doll about it
And tell us all about it

How ‘bout some credit now
Where credit is due
For the damage that we've done?
Wrought upon ourselves and others
With a slow and vicious gun
And although pratfalls can be fun
Encores can be fatal
And then I hear you say

"Thank God it's fatal
Not shy
Not shy of fatal
Thank God."

Wait just a second now
It's not all that bad
Don't you count out the sun.
You're making mountains of handkerchiefs
Where the mascara always runs
So be careful when you're done
You're bound to get post-nasal
What, did I just hear you say?

"Thank God it's fatal."
We don't want to hear the sound of a door
And we don't want to read the signs that you bore
You know, the kind of sign you hang on the door
Saying, "we'll be back"- what a crack
Now don't you think we might have heard that before?

Bored holes through our tongues
So sing a song about it
Held our breath for too long
‘Til we're half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong
And you can blame us for it
Turn a clamp on our thumbs
We'll sew a doll about it

Bored holes through our tongues
So sing a song about it
Held our breath for too long
‘Til we're half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong
And you can blame us for it
Turn a clamp on our thumbs
We'll sew a doll about it
And tell us all about it

How ‘bout some credit now
Where credit is due
For the damage that we've done?
Wrought upon ourselves and others
With a slow and vicious gun
And although pratfalls can be fun
Encores can be fatal
And then I hear you say

"Thank God it's fatal
Not shy
Not shy of fatal
Thank God."

Wait just a second now
It's not all that bad
Don't you count out the sun.
You're making mountains of handkerchiefs
Where the mascara always runs
So be careful when you're done
You're bound to get post-nasal
What, did I just hear you say?

"Thank God it's fatal."
We don't want to hear the sound of a door
And we don't want to read the signs that you bore
You know, the kind of sign you hang on the door
Saying, "we'll be back"- what a crack
Now don't you think we might have heard that before?

Bored holes through our tongues
So sing a song about it
Held our breath for too long
‘Til we're half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong
And you can blame us for it
Turn a clamp on our thumbs
We'll sew a doll about it

Reuben, Reuben, I've been thinking
Said his wifey dear
Now that all is peaceful and calm
The boys will soon be back on the farm
Mister Reuben started winking and slowly rubbed his chin
He pulled his chair up close to mother
And he asked her with a grin

Chorus (sung twice after each verse):
How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm
After they've seen Paree'
How ya gonna keep 'em away from Broadway
Jazzin around and paintin' the town
How ya gonna keep 'em away from harm, that's a mystery
They'll never want to see a rake or plow
And who the deuce can parleyvous a cow?
How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm
After they've seen Paree'

Rueben, Rueben, you're mistaken
Said his wifey dear
Once a farmer, always a jay
And farmers always stick to the hay
Mother Reuben, I'm not fakin
Tho you may think it strange
But wine and women play the mischief
With a boy who's loose with change

Chorus (sung twice after each verse):
How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm
After they've seen Paree'
How ya gonna keep 'em away from Broadway
Jazzin around and paintin' the town
How ya gonna keep 'em away from harm, that's a mystery
Imagine Reuben when he meets his Pa
He'll pinch his cheek and holler "OO-LA-LA!
How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm
After they've seen Paree'?

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

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

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

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

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

He's keeping busy
Yeah he's bleeding stones
With his machinations and his palindromes
It was anything but hear the voice
anything but hear the voice
It was anything but hear the voice
That says that we're all basically alone

Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions
When he put his Bunsen burners all away
And turning to a playground in a Petri dish
Where single cells would swing their fists
At anything that looks like easy prey
In this nature show that rages every day
It was then he heard his intuition say

We were all basically alone
And despite what all his studies had shown
That what's mistaken for closeness
Is just a case for mitosis
And why do some show no mercy
While others are painfully shy
Tell me doctor can you quantify
He just wants to know the reason, the reason why

Why do they congregate in groups of four
Scatter like a billion spores
And let the wind just carry them away?
How can kids be so mean?
Our famous doctor tried to glean
As he went home at the end of the day
In this nature show that rages every day
It was then he heard his intuition say

We were all basically alone
Despite what all his studies had shown
That what's mistaken for closeness
Is just a case of mitosis
Sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis
And why do some show no mercy
While others are painfully shy
Tell me doctor, can you quantify?
The reason why

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

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?

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?