When I go out with artists They talk about language and the cubists and the dadaists And I try to catch their meanings And keep up with all the martinis I don't know which should be my favorite paintings
If I could see, if I could see, if I could See all the symbols, unlock what they mean Maybe I could, maybe I could, maybe I Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally
If I were David Byrne I'd go to galleries and not be too concerned Well I would have a cup of coffee And I'd find my surroundings quite amusing and People would ask me which were my favorite paintings
If I could see, if I could see, if I could See all the symbols, unlock what they mean Maybe I could, maybe I could, maybe I Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally
What if the artists ran the TV? All the ads would be for fine scotch whiskey: Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, the whole single malt family ..
The artists of the future Will make up new things and different nomenclatures And they'll stand amongst their pictures And they'll sing and laugh and quote from scriptures and When they go home they'll dream of brilliant paintings
If I could see, if I could see, if I could See all the symbols, unlock what they mean Maybe I could, maybe I could, maybe I Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally ...................
How does a duck know what direction south is? And how to tell his wife from all the other ducks? You can cut a chicken's head off and it will keep on running and twitching
[CHORUS] When everything seems planned out when everything seems nicely planned out well the human race will come and smack your face
How come all my body parts so nicely fit together? All my organs doing their jobs, no help from me! A person pulls a spider's leg out To watch it keep on moving and twitching.
Satan lives here: on grain and earth, rain and air.
How come I just smoke and smoke and smoke and curse every butt I spit out? All night long I grind my teeth and I wake up when I cough You can put me in and iron lung and I will keep on breathing and twitching.
Running into you like this, without warning Is like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning But I'll try, I'll try to keep my food down That's quite an after-taste that you've left, now that you're not around
You can just agree 'til we're not in the same room Well, alright, I'll just mosey to the bathroom You flew by, like a summer vacation And you left me with TV-movies and a messy kitchen
I think I'll disappear now I'll slip out sideways Just for a while, but until then I'll stay in and sleep late, excuse me
I'll buy a fast car, I'll drive it fast from here There's a beach I haven't seen since last year Well, it's far, but I like night drives It just makes it nicer when I do arrive
Well, I think I'll disappear now I'll slip out sideways Just for a while, but until then I'll stay in and sleep late, excuse me
Aren't you gonna miss me? Aren't you gonna even say one thing to me anymore?
You can bet that I'll forget how it was then All the drives to your farm for the weekend But I've seen the swimsuit magazines And I've smelled tequila, first thing in the morning
I think I'll disappear now I'll slip out sideways Just for a while, but until then I'll stay in and sleep late, excuse me
Aren't you gonna miss me? Aren't you gonna even say one thing to me anymore? Joy is waiting for me Aren't you gonna even say one thing to me anymore?
My doctor told me that it was time for me to have my X ray Of course, I had many nightmares about that fatal day The room was dark and my skeleton was floating on the wall My voice trembles down inside me I'm trapped way down in my body
[CHORUS] I, I, I, oh here I stand before me But something's out of place here My mind's eye is missing from my body Well I know it's there but I can't see where
Well take my fingers, what do fingers really mean to me? You can easily look them up in the dictionary: They call them digits, or technically they're known as the 'philanges' My joints connected up inside me Way down deep inside my body
My bones shine brightly, a map of my whole body My vital organs just churn away inside me Some day they're going to stop this motion And I'll be left with...
My my, the future lay before me Hey hey, deep inside my body
When I'm sampling from your bosom Sometimes I suffer from distractions like Why does God cause things like tornadoes and train wrecks?
CHORUS When I'm swimming in When I'm swimming in your ocean Floating aloft on creams And scented lotions I can get pretty side-tracked I hope you'll understand
When I kneel before your bounty Sometimes I wonder if there could be really UFO's that come from other planets
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And when you let me taste your fingers I take them like fruit and as I linger I wonder if my seed will find purchase in your soil...
Once, there was this kid who Got into an accident and couldn't come to school But when he finally came back His hair had turned from black into bright white He said that it was from when The cars had smashed so hard
Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Once, there was this girl who Wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room And when they finally made her They saw birthmarks all over her body She couldn't quite explain it They'd always just been there
But both girl and boy were glad 'Cause one kid had it worse than that
'Cause then, there was this boy whose Parents made him come directly home right after school And when they went to their church They shook and lurched all over the church floor He couldn't quite explain it They'd always just gone there
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy? There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy I've had my lungs checked out with x-rays I've smelled the hospital hallways Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Times when the day is like a play by Sartre When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order... I gave the doctor my description I've tried to stick to my prescriptions Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback I could change the test results that I will get back I've watched the summer evenings pass by I've heard the rattle in my bronchi
After seven days He was quite tired, so God said "Let there be a day Just for picnics, with wine and bread" He gathered up some people he had made Created blankets and laid back in the shade
The people sipped their wine And what with God there, they asked him questions Like "do you have to eat Or get your hair cut in Heaven? And if your eye got poked out in this life Would it be waiting up in Heaven with your wife?"
God shuffled His feet And glanced around At them The people cleared their throats And stared right back At Him
So he said "once, there was a boy Who woke up with blue hair To him it was a joy Until he ran out into the warm air He thought of how his friends would come to see Would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?"
And God shuffled His feet And glanced around At them The people cleared their throats And stared right back At Him
The people sat waiting Out on their blankets in the garden But God said nothing So someone asked him "I beg your pardon Not quite clear about what you just spoke Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke?"
God shuffled His feet And glanced around At them The people cleared their throats And stared right back At Him
I thought of you and made believe Until I made you real You played with me You stayed with me And knew just what I'd feel
The lips I never kissed Are lips I can't forget The dress you never wore On the day we never met The name I never whispered As it echoed in my mind The man I never was The sweet thing that's not mine
I drink to you and toast your name A name that I don't know I think of you and see a face A face that never shows
The lips I never kissed Are lips I can't forget The dress you never wore On the day we never met The name I never whispered As it echoed in my mind The man I never was The sweet thing that's not mine
The lights are out, the moon is up I'm calling out my plea But all I hear is my own voice Echo back to me
The lips I never kissed Are lips I can't forget The dress you never wore On the day we never met The name I never whispered As it echoed in my mind The man I never was The sweet thing that's not mine
I get up every morning I'm mean to everyone But you just you ignore me You seem think it's fun
And I need to get away And you need to get away from me And you see it's the right thing And that is why you're right for me And that is why you're right for me
I watch the girly dancers Passing one by one I'll never really have to meet them I have my dance and we're done
And I need to get away And you need to get away from me And you see it's the right thing And that is why you're right for me And that is why you're right for me
I've got a book of special pictures I take a peek off and on When I'm alone in the morning I get my own thing going on
And I need to get away And you need to get away from me And you see it's the right thing And that is why you're right for me
And I need to get away And you need to get away from me And you see it's the right thing And that is why you're right for me And that is why you're right for me
There was a boy Who liked to wiggle his tooth loose so he could show it And then we'd watch While he would tie it to a doorknob, wind up, and then slam it
And that was how he liked to have his teeth pulled out He told us how he liked to feel it when it came out
But he grew tired Of using doorknobs and so he thought up a brand-new trick He said he'd tie His tooth to his dog's tail, find a stick, wind up, and then throw it
And that was how he liked to have his teeth pulled out He told us how he liked to feel it when it came out ..
He called his dog But just as he was set to go, his dad arrived there He yelled at him Then got some pliers, held him, wound up, and yanked it out right there
That wasn't how he liked to have his teeth pulled out He wouldn't tell us how it felt when it came out ...
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy? There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy I've had my lungs checked out with X rays I've smelled the hospital hallways
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime
Times when the day is like a play by Sartre When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order I gave the doctor my description I've tried to stick to my prescriptions
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot
Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback I could change the test results that I will get back I've watched the summer evenings pass by I've heard the rattle in my bronchi...
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime
Oh.. Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot..............
There's a skeleton in everybody's closet I can think of one or two in my own room But I would like to introduce them both to you You'd shake their bony hands and so dispell the gloom
[CHORUS] 'Cause you're so kind I know you would not mind You'd send away the ghosts that haunt me now And the things I fear Just wouldn't seem so near And when I stroll out late at night There would be nothing rattling at my hells
There are nights when all my aching bones won't let me sleep And demons come to plague me as I lie in bed But I know if you were sleeping there beside me then That you could fend them off and they would let me rest
There are nights When the wind comes howling through my old place I have dreams And I wake up with the sweat pouring down my face And I wait till the morning comes ..
There will come a time I fear when all my days are done And they will come collect my corpse and bury me And then I hope you'll come over to the Other Side To join me in our new life, keep me company
[CHORUS] 'Cause you're so kind I know you would not mind You'd send away the ghosts that haunt me now And the things I fear Just wouldn't seem so near And when I stroll out late at night There would be nothing rattling at my hells
