I got rid of my jackets and coats. I threw out all of my pants. I got sick of my stinkin' clothes. I had to get rid of them. . I'm not yet considering replacing them.
Each night I lie awake, completely alone. A voice is speaking. And I tremble, for it's not my own. My own. I can't ignore it, although I try. The intrusive whisper fascinates me.
Moths beat on the windowpane. Telling me I'm not the same. Sounds of nothing, sounds of fear. Speak to me when no one's near. . I'm on Rat Patrol. I'm on Rat Patrol.
(Lord, please don't take me away.). . Rabid child stays at home, talks on a CB. Truckers pass calling out their handles to the kid. Chess Piece Face and The Big Duluth call her every day.
As your body floats down Third Street. With the burn-smell factory closing up. Yes it's sad to say you will romanticize. All the things you've known before.
I remember the year I went to camp. I heard about some lady named Selma and some blacks. Somebody put their fingers in the President's ears. It wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's wax.
Piece of dirt, that is all I'm standing on today. Piece of dirt, the whole world has slipped away. I would climb the highest mountain just to jump into a fountain.
Particle man, particle man. Doing the things a particle can. What's he like?. It's not important. Particle man. Is he a dot, or is he a speck?. When he's underwater.
The possible dream. Finale of scene. 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.
Operators are standing by. Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. Bounce their shoes at the end of their feet. And wish they could go home. . Operators are standing by.
Operators are standing by. Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. Bounce their shoes at the end of their feet. And wish they could go home. . Operators are standing by.
Ondine. You won. All she left behind was an unloaded gun. And my face. Is blushing. For all the things she's done. You couldn't miss that girl. 'Cause here she comes.
"I won't die until I'm dead,". Are the first words that he said. Don't try to interrupt him,. 'Cause he's never gonna stop. And the sun is standing still.
Her burden of things walking out. Her burden of things walking out. On Earth my Nina. On Earth my Nina. God forbid a vaguer feat. National hell mock me.
There's only two songs in me. And I just wrote the third. Don't know where I got the inspiration. Or how I wrote the words. Spent my whole life digging up my music's shallow grave.
The mirror on the wall. Won't talk to me at all. Now that I have everything. The place inside the frame. Just doesn't look the same. Now that I have everything.
All the people are so happy now, their heads are cavin' in. I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin. But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots.
Fell in the door. And you fell on the floor. With your hand on the knob. Looking up and abruptly. Forget what you're thinking. Fire alarms go off in your head.
I don't want to be first in line to see Mrs. Train. I expect that it doesn't matter to Mrs. Train. Being comfortable with yourself. And being patient and taking your time.
Let it be known. They Might Be Giants, Doughty,. The Elegant Too! Mr. Xcitement!. . Cafè con pan (x11). Rock on, my hubba. The beat is blubba. Being stingy on the pike collect the one into the otha.