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 Ana Ng... Make a hole with a gun perpendicular to the name of this town in a desk-top globe Exit wound in a foreign nation showing the home of the one this was written for My apartment looks upside down from there Water spirals the wrong way out the sink And her voice is a backwards record It's like a whirlpool, it never ends CHORUS: Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you All alone at the '64 World's Fair Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all" Who was at the Dupont Pavilion? Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there? Or the time when the storm tangled up the wires To the horn on the pole at the bus depot And in the back of the edge of hearing these are the words the voice was repeating: CHORUS when I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge: "I don't want the world, I just want your half" They don't need me here, and I know you're there Where the world goes by like the humid air And it sticks like a broken record Everything sticks until it goes away And the truth is, we don't know anything CHORUS Cowtown... CHORUS: I'm going down to Cowtown Cow's a friend to me Lives beneath the ocean and that's where I'll be Beneath the waves, the waves And that's where I'll be I'm going to see the cow beneath the sea The yellow Roosevelt Avenue leaf overturned The ardor of arboreality is an adventure we have spurned, we've spurned A new leaf overturned It's a new leaf overturned CHORUS We yearn to swim for home, but our only home is bone How sleepless in the egg knowing that which throws the stone Foresees the bone, the bone Our only home is bone Our only home is bone CHORUS Lie Still, Little Bottle... Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song I know I must investigate I hope that I can sing along There is no time for metaphors cried the little pill to me He said, "Life is a placebo masquerading as a simile" I knew that pill was lying Too gregarious, too nice But as he walked I had to sing this twice Lie still, little bottle Don't twist, it ain't twistin' time With every move you make you just disintegrate my ever-troubled mind Purple Toupee... I remember the year I went to camp I heard about some Lady named Selma and some Blacks Somebody put the fingers in the President's ears It wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's wax I remember the book depository where they crowned the king of Cuba That's all I can think of, but I'm sure there's something else Way down inside me I can hear it coming back CHORUS: Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around Chinese people were fighting in the park We tried to help them fight, no one appreciated that Martin X was mad when they outlawed bell bottoms Ten years later they were sharing the same cell I shouted out, "Free the Expo '67" Till they stepped on my hair, and told me I was fat Now I'm very big, I'm a big important man The only thing that's different is underneath my hat CHORUS Purple toupee is here to stay after the hair has gone away The purple brigade is marching from the grave Cage and Aquarium... Somebody's reading your mind Damned if you know who it is they're digging through all of your files Stealing back your best ideas You cover your windows with lead Even keeping the pets outside Then you hear a moment too late this sound coming over the phone "This is the spawning of the cage and aquarium Don't wait a moment too soon Used to be different, now you're the same Yawn as your plane goes down in flames this is the spawning of the cage and aquarium Don't wait a moment too soon Used to be different, now you're the same Yawn as your plane goes down in flames" Where Your Eyes Don't Go... Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do When you turn around to look it's gone behind you On its face it's wearing your confused expression Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders What the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you Or is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go? Piece of Dirt... Piece of dirt, that is all I'm standing on today Piece of dirt, my whole world has slipped away I would climb the highest mountain just to jump into a fountain Or to fly, I'd fly away A woman's voice on the radio can convince you you're in love A woman's voice on the telephone can convince you you're alone But I set my sails so long ago they've revoked my sailor's badge Said I should be content and happy on this ink spot where I stand Piece of dirt I made it prettier today Piece of dirt, it was that or just complain I find myself haunted by a spooky man named me I wish that I could jump pout of my skin Mr. Me... Once a boy named Mister Me bemoaned a great regret: "I've floundered in the misty sea, but can't abide it's mystery, I wound up sad, you bet" So onward go and Edward Ho into the bounding main Enjoy the show look out below but mind the misty sea Or end up like Mister Me He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad So take the hand of Mister Me and mister, Make him glad to swim the Mister Misty Sea and case The Mister Mystery that mister, made him sad Pencil Rain... The possible dream Finale of seem The moment that some call eternal that some call insane now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead The pageant is named the pencil rain The infantry stands And holds out its hands The marshal's binoculars focus and skyward they train They're searching the yonder blue They look out for number two The heraldry of the pencil rain And now hear the roar that none can ignore The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed And one who have witnessed all Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain The World's Address... I know you deceived me, couldn't sleep last night Now my tear stains on the wall reflect an ugly sight I can see your secrets No need to confess Everyone looks naked when you know the world's address CHORUS: The world's address It's a place that's warm A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed the world's address Life's parade of fashion just leaves me depressed Under very garment I can see the world's address Call the men of science and let them hear this song tell them Albert Einstein and Copernicus were wrong CHORUS I've Got a Match... Get out of the car Put down the phone Take off that stupid looking hat you wear I'm going to die if you touch me one more time Well I guess that I'm going to die no matter what Love people are there The smell of love everywhere You think it's always sensitive and good You think that I want to be understood CHORUS: I've got a match Your embrace and my collapse Beat up the cat if you need someone else on the mat I put a rock in the coffee in your coffee mug Which one of us is the one that we can't trust? You say I think it's you but I don't agree with that Love people are there The smell of love everywhere why can't you be sensitive and good Why don't you want to be understood CHORUS Santa's Beard... Once a year my friend puts on a red suit And hangs around with me and my wife But lately I've been feeling jealous each time she climbs on his knee And she stands beneath the mistletoe screaming For him to stand beneath the mistletoe screaming Now I can't help but feeling jealous each time she climbs on his knee Why must she climb on his knee? CHORUS: I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard She kissed him once and whispered in his ear I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard I whish he would go He's breaking up my home She always had this twisted side to her But she'd never drag my name around town But lately she's been humming cheating songs And I don't like that fat guy around No, I don't like that fat guy around Thrilling Christmas, trembling fear CHORUS You'll Miss Me... You'll always miss my big old body In its prime and never shoddy, While bloodhounds wait down in the lobby you'll eulogize my big old body You'll miss me in effigies lighting up your house like Xmas trees As tears roll down below your knees You'll miss me with effigies Go find a man to fit my shoes Left one's on and the right one's new And I bought the right one just for you Go find a man to fit my shoes Your money talks but my genius walks Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork As detectives trace my hands with chalk Your money talks but my genius walks You'll miss me, but I'm already dead It must be raining because a man ain't supposed to cry But I look up and I don't see a cloud They'll Need a Crane... Love sees love's happiness But happiness can't see that love is sad Sadness is hanging there To show love somewhere something needs a change CHORUS: They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane to take the house he built for her apart To make it break it's going to take a metal ball hung from a chain They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To pick the broken ruins up again to mend her heart, to help him start to see a world apart from pain Lad's gal is all he has Gal's gladness hang's upon the love of lad Some thins gal says to lad aren't meant as bad But Cause a little pain Don't call me at work again no no the boss still hates me I'm just tired and I don't love you anymore And there's a restaurant we should check out where The other nightmare people like to go -- I mean nice people, baby wait, I didn't mean to say nightmare CHORUS Lad looks at other gals Gal thinks Jim beam is handsomer than lad He isn't bad Call off the wedding band nobody wants to hear that song again Play that again CHORUS Shoehorn with Teeth... He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth People should get beat up for stating their beliefs He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth Because he knows there's no such thing He asks a girl if they can both sit in a chair but he doesn't get nervous She's not really there Tour the world in a heavy metal band But they run out of gas the plane can never land What's the sense in ever thinking about the tomb When you're much too busy returning too the womb? Stand on Your Own Head... I like people, they're the ones who can't stand I see smoke signals coming from them They say "we are out of furniture" Stand on your own head for a change Give me some skin to call my own You made my day, now you have to sleep on it I love the world and if I have to sue for custody, I will sue for custody Snowball in Hell... Avalanche or roadblock, I was a snowball in hell Avalanche or roadblock, a jailer trapped in his cell Money's all broke, and food's going hungry If it wasn't for disappointment I wouldn't have any appointments have a nice day, you want it when? Have a nice day, have a nice day Money I owe, money-iy-ay, money I owe, money-iy-ay CHORUS Kiss Me, Son of God... I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me your highness And the world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye now I laugh and make a fortune Off the same ones that I tortured and a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" I look like Jesus, so they say But Mr. Jesus is very far away now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true That you love me and I love me I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And the world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" Go back to my They might be giants page |