Title Track Lyrics - Stage Names - Okkervil River

All of the stage names evaporate 

And it's just a blood-flushed and heart-rushing race 

Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late 

To be far too dear or too cut-rate 

Hold my hand again like at the lake 

Hold that mirror, babe, up to my face 

Hear the whippoorwill? Am I breathing still? 

A Hollywood Babylon bike-a-thon for breakdancers all broken down in their beds 

Now intravenously fed from a bag hanging over their heads 

Can I put you down for some miles? What do you say? 

'Cause don't you know it's going to be a long, long way 

But if you've got the cash, I'm ready to bust my ass 

So take this thin, broken-down circus clown reject 

And give her the name of a queen 

Don't I know her from the mezzanine? 

Well, she didn't look like no princess to me 

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But with the proper words bestowed 

And with her morning shoot 

And her evening clothes 

Don't call her a prostitute 

She ain't one of those 

Just call her a proper little statue come unfroze 

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