May 5, 2007
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When She’s Around
Didn’t I think or didn’t I know
When I heard her sigh
There’s a violence behind her doors
With an alibi
And I wish I could explain
Why the flowers have to fade
When she walks by
As I start to turn the page
I’m a passive man
It is not her fault she shows her rage
Just because she can
For there’s nothing she can do
But respond to brutal youth
And their demands, yeah
When she’s around I feel it’s alright
Though we always have to fight
When she’s around
Was it love when we first met
And she bit my tongue
So I licked my wounds and did forget
While she jumped my gun
And I tried to make some sense
As I climbed her backyard fence
When we were done, yeah
When she’s around I feel it’s alright
Though we always have to fight
When she’s around
And I find it’s worth the screaming time
When apologies are sweet
Round and round the room we go
Round and round the room we go
When she’s around I feel it’s alright
Though we always have to fight
When she’s around
When she’s around I feel it’s alright
Though we always have to fight
When she’s around
Here comes a storm in form of a girl…
Mistress Of The Light Brigade
Talk that walk as you smile for the film
And your little ideas seem as big as your pride
Powder up your face as you make up everything
And you dream about the time when he says “You got it made”
So he tells you what to do
Do it all before his eyes
Witness to the truth you should know
You were better off deaf and dumb
And you shall end up that way, mistress of the light brigade
Wrong way sign blinking off into the night
All the way you cuddle up with your cigarette lighter
He’s got that attitude you read about in books
All his trashy ideas are still putting up a fight
So he takes you by the hand
As he takes you all in stride
Witness to the truth you should know
You were better off deaf and dumb
And you shall end up that way, mistress of the light brigade
So you struggle hard to realize the way you should pretend
There’s nothing better than an oversight to make you understand
You’re only human after all, you say you have been through
A hell of a lot
One cruel smile was it marital or martial
He didn’t want a war but you had to draw the line
You tried to be artistic but it only looked like arson
As he vetoed out the role that burned your heart in double time
Is there something you could do
To avoid the flirting kind?
Witness to the truth you should know
You were better off deaf and dumb
And you shall end up that way, mistress of the light brigade
MP3
She’s got the files in a bag with a message to hide
They’re shutting down the marketplace although they deny it
Some cruel excuse behind the rules they make
“They’ll never notice anything”
If no one listens to the songs they rape do you think I’d care?
Somebody’s message concludes out of nowhere
“You’ve got to close your doors”
The buyer as seller redistributes the airwaves
In place of radio
She don’t need company money to have her songs heard
She’ll take the G-men for a ride with her underground wares
Some people say with too much pride, “What is wrong is fair”
But it is criminal to ante up what was never yours anyway
It’s nothing more than telling all your friends what a time you had
Suddenly someone declares out of nowhere
“This is the latest thing”
Just as you find it it fades into nothing
You feel you’ve lost your place
She don’t need company money to have her songs heard
There’s nothing wrong with you
I just don’t advocate your point of view
I don’t quite understand the middleman that makes or breaks a star
You’ve got to change your ways
The buyer as seller redistributes the airwaves
In place of radio
She don’t need company money just to have her songs heard
Commodity
I’m thinking everything is plastic now
And it really shouldn’t be
If I don’t have the want to own your things
Am I bad somehow?
Do you remember everything that they pay you to recall?
As commodity do you feel they appraise you well?
Whatever money that may come your way
They want you to spend it
If you aren’t saving for the latest thing
You won’t ever make it
So are you able to recognize what you need from what you want?
As commodity do you feel they appraise you well?
Feel they appraise you well?
The marketing comes in
The marketing comes out
They try to merchandise whomever you are
The money rushes in
The money rushes out
You were bought before you knew it
As soon as you opened your mouth
You sold out
You sold out
So if you think you’re still above it look
At the bills you pay
You aren’t anything that you don’t own
Though it suits your taste
Is there a reason for all you do
Or are you the bribe behind the bribe?
As commodity do you feel they appraise you well?
Feel they appraise you well?
Feel they appraise you well?
La-la-la
Ghost Story
She was a fascinating specimen I think
Drew these fancy comic books with scratchy black lines
I nearly fainted when I read that she had died
Such a dame she was
A story twisted is a better thing untold
In the middle of forgiveness she’s got shackles on her toes
I cannot comprehend my feeling of alarm
Such a dame she was, love
By day or night it’s dark as hell
For what it’s worth it’s just as well
Don’t try to speak when you can hear most everything
Dark is the hour when you repeat what she would say
Try to calm down now
I had a vision when I witnessed her visage
It manifested in the middle of the seance
No matter what we couldn’t capture it on film
Such a dame she was
Our sensibility lay broken in the corner
With a black and white photographer her arms were intertwined
The smell of Absolut and the smoking of a gun
Such a dame she was, love
By day or night it’s dark as hell
For what it’s worth it’s just as well
Don’t try to speak when you can hear most everything
Dark is the hour when you repeat what she would say
Try to calm down now
Waiting For The Day
Shall I tell you some old story of a dreary demoiselle
Who felt she had a talent of lying to herself
She could never quite express it to the people that she knew
Some swore she was a genius but she was just amused
And you feel so bad waiting for the day
Waiting for the day
When you read the words of critics it never is quite clear
If the words are merely shadows of a mystical veneer
For there is no way of judging on a talent or a fad
So you whine and watch the television, at least you know it’s bad
Are you going mad waiting for the day?
Waiting for the day
There are uses for his money where he feels he always wins
And there once was higher culture but he looks on it as sin
And he’s seen a Michaelangelo in some old shady wing
But he’d rather have the album of some girl who cannot sing
Does he feel so bad waiting for the day?
Waiting for the day
I was smiling at a party when the hostess came undone
For she mispronounced the name she dropped of who was number one
And she only knows her Austen from the Silverstone affair
And if no one’s ship is sinking then she really doesn’t care
And she feels so bad waiting for the day
Waiting for the day
Y2K
Tell me what I should do
If some say the world is ending?
Throw away all our fears
In attempt to do some transcending
You say it’ll all work out my love
Appropriate but unsure
I’ll find a way to avoid this time
Whose infamy will endure
Y2K
Wonder on Y2K
Or whatever year you should hide from
Sweep it under your rug
Or deny what you cannot realize
They’ve got it all within themselves
A piece of our broken code
A little twist on a lemon world
Where nobody would grow old
Y2K
In our particular way
We try to control it
We don’t obey their rules
Except when it suits them
Whatever words are unsaid
Please try to remember
It was no fault of theirs
Or the last of December
Wake me when it occurs
Or the darkness might catch you praying
Money misspent too late
On a memory we made fleeting
You say it’ll all work out my love
While someone pulls down the shades
A little coffee with salt to spill
For all that we do in vain
Y2K
Y2K
The Perfect Single
With laughter unpredictable she captures your desire
She lights another cigarette and swears she isn’t tired
Do not let her into your life
If you want her for your wife
Lately when she falls in love it is always for the last time
And she’ll fall apart just before it’s after bedtime
“Yes I love you too, but there’s always something missing”
This is why, this is why
She will always be the perfect single
Be the perfect single
With a medium her messenger she interrogates the stars
If they try to give her chocolate they forget to send her flowers
And when someone grants her romance she pretends she cannot dance
Lately when she falls in love it is always for the last time
And she’ll fall apart just before it’s after bedtime
“Yes I love you so, but you are no good at kissing”
This is why, this is why
She will always be the perfect single
Be the perfect single
And when her lashes open wide
It is a lonely point of view
Through her hair as black as night
At last she finds a fingertip that’s worthy of her heart
She contemplates the wedding bells before they even start
But before she enters the room someone’s run off with her groom
Lately when she falls in love it is always for the last time
And she’ll fall apart just before it’s after bedtime
“Yes I love you too, but I feel you never listen”
This is why, this is why
She will always be the perfect single
Be the perfect single
Be the perfect single
Suburbia
So you want to live a life of ease
Where the people be as they believe
I don’t want to say what you deserve
For fear that I offend you
When you say suburbia is great
And all of your gardens look the same
I don’t want to tell you what to do
But you should know the truth
When you realize you’re bought and sold
And you only borrow what you owe
I don’t want to tell you what you’re worth
But I cannot afford you
When you say suburbia is great
Don’t you know it’s everything I hate?
I don’t want to tell you how to live
But you should know the truth
When you buy a pretty little diamond
You can bet the outcome on your income
And the CPA with your IRA makes a shackle while she smiles
And all the while you’ll pay your dues
Yeah you say suburbia is great
But it is an awful price to pay
I don’t want to tell you where to live
When you can’t afford it
Well you say suburbia is great
Don’t you know it’s everything I hate
Well I don’t want to tell you what to do
But you should know the truth
This Is True
Someone looked out and believed in the message:
“Work at what you love”
When all that you’ll get is a feeling of pressure:
“You may not earn enough”
This is true, this is true
Once in a while you’re saddled with boredom
Behind the corporate fence
There’s a problem with work if you are not creating
A natural defense
This is true, this is true
And what you get isn’t what you want
And what you need is what you aren’t
You’re a writer not a waiter
This is true, this is true
“Buyer beware” they should say in the writing
When everyone applies
Once you sign on there is no avoiding
The sadness of your life
This is true, this is true
And what you get isn’t what you want
And what you need is what you aren’t
You’re an actress not a waitress
This is true, this is true
Nobody talks about their loss
In the promotion of their lives
Earning money for their pride
Saving up as they retire
While their dreams wave them goodbye
And what you get isn’t what you want
And what you need is what you aren’t
You’re an artist not a typist
This is true
This is true
This is true
Auf Der Maur
Melissa Auf Der Maur in all her glory with a bass guitar
Tragedine from Montreal does play the virgin to her whore
An extraordinary girl
In a sugar coated world