I haven't seen you in forever,. I'm so sad,. Cuz I missed you so much.. I missed you so much,. I'm so sad.. . I haven't seen you in forever,. I'm so sad,.
I find it hard to believe. I find it hard to believe. That I'm embarassed at me. For being upset. Over acting so contemptuously (I find it hard to believe).
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I can help the next in line. Have you been with us before?. I can help the next in line. I don't think I like your tone. . I am going to have to ask you now to take a walk with me.
Spoken:. "I Can Hear You" by They Might Be Giants. Made at the Edison Laboratories.. . I can hear you. Just barely hear you. I can just barely hear you.
Paper out, pencils raised. One plus one is two. Two plus two is four. Four plus four is eight. And eight plus eight is sixteen. . I can add, I can add.
Ten miles from nowhere. There's a story that's true. About a fine girl. And a boy just like you. They fell so deeply. But then fell apart. Now they say the same words.
U R N X. U R N X, N I, I M N X. I C T V. I C T V, N I C U. I C U, I C U, N U R O K. U R N X. U R N X, N I, I W. I C A T V, I C A D V D, N I C U. I C U, I C U, N U R O K.
Now Broom, you must now sweep for me. The dust it fills my room. No, John, I will not sweep for you. For I am not your broom. . What nonsense are you speaking, Broom.
Thank you for going back in time. And thwarting my assassin. And while we're laughing about it. I know you didn't really do that. This was a test, and you failed.
I love diggin' in the dirt. With just a pick and brush. Finding fossils is my aim. So I'm never in a rush. 'Cause the treasures that I seek. Are rare and ancient things.
I'm a human head. And my best friend is also a head. I don't really need my best friend. . Now my friend is gone. And I'm only a head by myself. I find I don't need my whole head.
Juices, muffins, pasta, and cheese. Milk and biscuits and cocktail sauce. I am a grocery bag. Salsa and pickles and organic grain. I am a grocery bag.
I'm a raw nerve in the sunlight. After two weeks in the dark. If you've gotta tell me you're not using. It's probably 'cause you are. . I saw you there.
It's goddamn freezing in this city. There's no heat in my room. It's like it never stops raining. And I'm soaked through. My life's become this tightrope act.
Well I cut open my palm and held it out to you. You do the same with your own army surplus blade. My blood's never as warm as I expect it. You grab my hand adorned in wildflower warpaint.
Clear the apartment. I plan on collapsing and I could have sworn I heard a car door slam. I'm stuck at the corner of grinding teeth and stomach acid. All alone under a soft rain and streetlamp.
Tossed around like sea glass. And you rounded out my edges. I'll feel better when the headaches go away. I've got a scar across my forehead. Turning purple in the cold.
Into the sun, away from the night. Everyone's waiting for their time to arrive. Only this moment, is here right now. Into the sun, we ain't going down.
Hangin' around, hittin' the ground. Dead in the water. Suckin' it up, fuckin' it up. With a favourite daughter. Take the swing, everything. Around in circles.