This is our story. It's a short one but it's a
hard harsh read, between the lines a little aching need.
We're a strange arrangement. No strings.
But the music we make is serpentine and bittersweet.
In my youth, you know, I loved you like gangbusters,
and now I watch you fall, twisting, turning, growing small.
You're a roomful of sorrow, a spoonful of joy.
Another infidelity, another pain, another golden glitter boy.
I... I want you. I know it's crazy, but I really wanna leave you, too.
I... I want you. Boy, oh boy, you bring me joy, and then you make me blue.
I love to love you. I'm a fool.
You're callous and you're cold, and oh so cruel
I'm starting to forget things, faces, names,
games played, plans layed. Surely there were promises made.
Good love is easy to find, but it's hard to keep.
And, though I hate it when you wake, I still love to watch you sleep.
I... I want you. I know it's crazy, but I really wanna leave you, too.
I... I want you. Boy, oh boy, you bring me joy, and then you make me blue.
Remember the early days when nickels were dimes,
and a dollar took us everywhere? I don't think I ever combed my hair.
Is this our story? Is this where the loving starts,
in the stillness, the staring, the hardening of hearts?
We're a strange arrangement. No strings.
This is not my place, these are not my things. It's not my way, the pain love brings.
I... I want you. I know it's crazy, but I really wanna leave you, too.
I... I want you. Boy, oh boy, you bring me joy, and then you make me blue.
I... I want you.
I... I want you. But I really, I really want to leave you, too.
Her beautiful arse cantilevering over a table of hors d'oeuvres,
She took a sip of her drink and said, "Hey, this music really gets on my nerves."
I said, "What music?" She said, "The music in my head. Sometimes it makes me wish I were dead.
It's like a requiem, it's like a rodeo. Can't you hear it?" I said, "No."
She said, she said, she said... She's sad, she said.
She said, she said, she said... She's sad.
She said, she said, she said... She's sad, she said she's sad.
She said, she said, she said...
She said, "Like where is here? And, tell me, how will I know when I get there?
I wear my little black dress. I'm just waiting around. Will I think to comb my hair?"
I said, "Will it matter?" She says, "Matter everywhere. No one here, they never play fair.
I hope heaven is a place where sloe gin fizz comes in those little glasses. You know, the ones that are blue on the bottom and thin on the top?"
She said, she said, she said... She's sad, she said.
She said, she said, she said... She's sad.
She said, she said, she said... She's sad, she said she's sad.
She said, she said, she said...
She said, "You know, the people here, all they really wanna do is pick you apart.
Trouble is, they don't have time to put you back together again.
I hate New York. I've thought about moving
to Italy or Spain or, hell, maybe even Tennessee."
She said, she said, she said... She's sad, she said.
She said, she said, she said... She's sad.
She said, she said, she said... She's sad, she said she's sad.
She said, she said, she said...
All she said was she's sad she said.
All she said was she's sad she said.
She said she's sad she said.
All she said was she's sad.
I've all the problems of the world. Yeah, it's hard getting used to you
gotten gone, getting used to someone else when I'm getting over you.
Mmm, wanting to hold on to you, but holding on speaks of letting go.
You're the only one I know. Mmm, looking at you now in this half light,
the lines upon your face, lines I walk from time to time. In song, you're mine.
This is how it is when you're his, and I've always been yours, yeah.
This is how it was, and I still love you because, because, because.
Standing on a hill, I saw your face in a cloud.
Face go starship then dog, becoming cloud again.
I remember when you said everything is long and low and inbetween.
I see now what you mean. I've been, I've seen, yeah.
This is how it is when you're his, and I've always been yours, yeah.
This is how it was, and I still love you because, because, because.
I've all the hours in the world. I document my personal history.
Up the chart it climbs. The buying of our time.
Yeah, said you heard me on the radio, some song, said it sounded really real.
By borrowing, I feel. I beg, I steal.
This is how it is when you're his, and I've always been yours, yeah.
This is how it was, and I still love you because, because, because.
This is all I see, you and me, and I'll always be yours, yeah.
This is how it was, and I still love you because, because, because.
When all is said and done, it might have been more fun if I'd stayed with you
down in the shacks where the satellite dishes grow.
When all is tried and true, I might have been less blue if I'd stayed with you
down in the shacks where the satellite dishes grow.
You'd drive me into town when I was down, not one word spoken, no sound,
up from the valley, flying out through the open space.
Here it's all white noise, the toys and their boys, a buzzing unmerry-go-round,
here in the city where the sky is dead and grey.
And it's hard to stay alive when there's so much living to do,
so much to love, and so many people to learn to say no to.
It's hard to stay alive when there's so much living to do,
so much to love, and so many people to learn to say no, no, no, no to.
When all is fought and won, no better than I've done after all we'd been through
down in the shacks where the satellite dishes grow.
Hey, are things still the same? You've taken his name. I hope he's good to you
down in the shacks where the satellite dishes grow.
Well, it's hard to stay alive when there's so much living to do,
so much to love, and so many people to learn to say no to.
It's hard to stay alive when there's so much living to do,
so much to love, and so many people to learn to say no, no, no, no to.
And I'm sorry, but when I left you, you were an asshole.
All those cold nights when you were out there runnin' 'round with your drunk friends.
When all is said and done, it might've been more fun if I'd stayed with you
down in the valley where the moon hangs big and low.
When all is tried and true, I might've been less blue down there shacked up with you
down in the shacks where the satellite dishes grow.
You know it's hard to stay alive when there's so much living to do,
so much to love, and so many people to learn to say no to.
It's hard to stay alive when there's so much living to do,
so much to love, and so many people to learn to say no, no, no, no to.
Margot known as Missy, where did she, where did she?
How could she do that terrible city, that city?
Margot known as Missy to cooking school, to cooking school.
She's a private chef on Eleventh Avenue. Is she cool?
Margot known as Missy.
Margot known as Missy.
Margot known as Missy.
Where did she...?
How could she...?
Margot known as Missy, I'd never been in love with a girl
with a woman on her mind. I'm not her kind. I guess I'm blind.
Margot known as Missy, area code 11215.
The letters that I write you might be all that keep me alive.
My Margot known as Missy.
Margot known as Missy.
Margot known as Missy.
Where did she...?
How could she...?
la la la la la la la la la
Funky break!
Hey, baby, bake me a cake.
To culinary school, to culinary school.
Hey, Margot known as Missy, where did she, how could she?
Just like Hannah's sister and her friend, I'm so sure.
Hey, Margot known as Missy, is your heart, girl, is it still pure?
Margot known as Missy.
Margot known as Missy.
Margot known as Missy.
Where did she...?
How could she...?
Margot known as Missy.
Margot known as Missy.
Margot known as Missy.
Where did she...?
How could she...?
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
[That's 15, Moira, plus nine up above equals 26!]
Scars on faces, paper dolls,
casting plastic shadows on plaster walls.
There is a red candle, there is a refrain.
Did I hear that song somewhere before, or was it just pain?
This party is dreaming but I am awake
to snooze another shot of gin for his sake.
Witches' night, take me by disguise.
I should have dressed up for the sake of sore eyes.
Witches' night, the harvest moon lies, we all do.
Witches' night.
Out on the front porch old mattresses lean, as pitiful as the people that make this scene,
all used up, seamless, beyond repair. I should have called a cab sixpacks ago when I had the fare.
Ellen parades her French lover. Shannon is a hunchback, and Shawn her mother.
A lot of prostitutes here, all rouge and fishnet stockings, on call this year.
Witches' night, take me by disguise.
I should have dressed up for the sake of sore eyes.
Witches' night, the harvest moon lies, we all do.
Witches' night.
Afloat on Barbara's waterbed, my guise sat down
and cast a rippling spell. I thought I would drown.
"Tell me lover, are you trick or treat?
I'm all mistrusting when things taste so sweet.
Tell me lover, are you trick or treat?
It's just that I'm all mistrusting when things taste so sweet."
Witches' night, take me by disguise.
I should have dressed up for the sake of sore eyes.
Witches' night, the harvest moon lies, we all do.
Witches' night.
Kissed by Satan, embraced by a gnome,
all frog-legged and eye of newt, I should go home.
The witching hour must be at hand, 'cause I'm so in love I can barely stand.
The witching hour must be at hand, 'cause I'm so in love I can barely stand.
Witches' night, take me by disguise.
Witches' night.
The lies we all tell.
Is what is what it was?
Was what was ever really what it is to me today?
Is what is what it was?
Is anything...
Is anything...
Is anything...
What do you when you don't?
What will you when you won't stay with me, lay with me?
Fuck me baby! Is what is what it was?
Is anything...
Is anything...
Is anything...
Florida and blonde at fifteen,
before the sinking in of things,
before the critics in the wings and the constant compromise.
How can we have wondered about so much for so long and received so few answers?
How can we have wondered about so much for so long and received so few answers?
I try to step outside of myself, absorb some of the shock.
All the world is unwinding like some heartless old clock.
Look to the sky for judgment, and all you get is rain.
Searching every eye for prophecy, and all I see is pain.
They say the forests full of rain will never come again.
Businessmen want a road through another big place.
Poor bruised world. Poor bruised world.
Poor bruised world. Poor bruised world.
Poor bruised you, poor bruised me, poor bruised world.
I saw a picture of a pretty bird in a nature magazine,
said these birds, now they're all gone, well that's really obscene.
Ah, the pictures never taken of a future we never had.
I should've taken that one of you (that day in the park) and now I feel bad.
Lately, I feel something dark turning in this century,
a little something more than my own pop history.
Poor bruised world. Poor bruised world.
Poor bruised world. Poor bruised world.
Poor bruised us, poor bruised we, poor bruised world.
Poor bruised world. Poor bruised world.
Poor bruised world. Poor bruised world.
"Birds, please."
This world is big and wild and half insane.
Take me where the animals are playing.
It's a dirty old shack, where the hound dogs bark,
that we called our home. I wanna be back there
among the cats and dogs and the pigs and the goats.
On animal farm, animal home.
My animal farm, animal home.
While I lay my head upon my pillow,
little girl come play beneath my window.
Well, she's far from home, but she's free from harm.
She need not fear, she is by my side,
and the sky is wide so that the sun shines bright.
On animal farm, animal home.
My animal farm, animal home.
Girl, it's a hard, hard world if it gets you down.
Dreams often fade in time in a bad, bad world.
I'll take you where real animals are playing,
and people are real people, not just playing.
It's a quiet, quiet life by a dirty old shack
that we called our home. I wanna be back there
among the cats and dogs and the pigs and the goats.
On animal farm, my animal home.
Animal farm, animal home.
On animal farm, whoa.
My animal farm, whoa.
Ah, animal farm.
Animal farm, whoa.
My animal farm, whoa.
My animal farm, my animal home, my animal farm, my animal home,
my animal farm, whoa.
Animal farm, animal home, animal farm, animal home, animal farm, animal home,
animal farm, animal farm, animal farm, animal home, animal home, whoa, whoa, whoa.
He dreams of being a matador, waving the cape, killing the killing machine,
a hero of the ring. He drives his car, his spirits soar, his spirits soar.
He dreams of being a matador, waving the cape, killing the killing machine,
a hero of the ring. He drives his car, his spirits soar, his spirits soar.
He hates his job, he loves his girl,
he dreams, his dream, futures unfurl.
The sun collides with night and, hey,
he talks to his dog, watches the big game on Saturday.
On Saturday.
He's stepping into a local store, he sees this girl from elementary school.
She'd show her panties to the boys. He smiles; he's got the change, he's got the change.
She's slipping into the lottery line. He's waging war on planet Mercury.
Her skirt is riding high, and he smiles 'cause nothing changes, nothing changes.
He hates his job, he loves his girl,
he dreams, his dream, futures unfurl.
The sun collides with night and, hey,
he talks to his dog, watches the big game on Saturday.
On Saturday.
And sometimes he sings, "We will be together in the spring, my dear,
laughing and loving, the skies are crystal clear."
He hates his job, he loves his girl,
he dreams, his dream, futures unfurl.
The sun collides with night and, hey,
he talks to his dog, watches the big game on Saturday.
On Saturday.
He dreams of being a matador, waving the cape, killing the killing machine,
a hero of the ring. He drives his car, his spirits soar, his spirits soar.
He dreams of being a matador, waving the cape, killing the killing machine,
a hero of the ring. He drives his car, his spirits soar, his spirits soar.
Your crooked smile, your paisley kiss, your golden voice, your artifice.
Weren't we wild? Or maybe it was just that I was wild for you.
Weren't we wild? Or maybe it was just that I was wild for you.
Molecules beneath the gun, you could turn out to be a monster by age 21.
Weren't we wild? Or maybe it was just that I was wild for you.
No one knows where the innocence it goes. Our futures are so few.
Blossoms black and breaking glass, I close my eyes, I see you pass.
Weren't we wild? Or maybe it was just that I was wild for you.
Weren't we wild? Or maybe it was just that I was wild for you.
The calendars of consequence, the biosphere, the big immense.
Weren't we wild? Or maybe it was just that I was wild for you.
No one knows where the innocence it goes. Our futures are so few.
Better than a month of Sundays, baby, sunnier than Mondays come.
I needed someone over weekends, said "I need someone, I want someone."
And in your house of plastic flowers we were living out there on Mall Road.
We'd watch the television, list'nin' to rock opera on the radio.
And you were almost human, almost sane,
you, almost human. You wreck my brain,
you wreck my brain.
I was drinking too much then, said, "A vacation, that is what I need."
You said, "There are no vacations for the haunted. C'mon babe, let's breed."
And in your house of plastic flowers we were losing out there on Mall Road.
We'd watch the television, listen to rock opera on the radio.
And you were almost human, almost sane,
you, almost human. You wreck my brain,
you wreck my brain.
Your crooked smile, your paisley kiss, your golden voice...
You'd sit in my momma's kitchen, and you'd pour your wine,
and I'd laugh 'til I thought I loved you, with your eyes like coins.
With your eyes like coins and your renegade streak,
you'd tell your tales, tales I never believed.
Tales I now tell when things get slow around here.
I'm breaking horses now, down on Hotchkissvalley Road.
You know, I've always been weak for the wild ones, with their eyes like coins.
And somewhere between the leather and the hide,
the sickly sweet, the daily suicide,
me, me I ride when things get slow around here.
I've got my horses and your old transistor radio
and some people I call friends, none of whom I think I really know.
And somewhere between the leather and the hide,
the sickly sweet, the daily suicide,
me, me I ride when things get slow around here.
The tales, tales I tell when things get slow around here.
When things get slow around here.
Lyrics reprinted without permission.
I hope no one minds.
Please use for private research and study only.
Any other use is on your head.
All songs written by The JudyBats
Lyrics by Jeff Heiskell
©1992 Heifer Music /
Warner Tamerlane Publishing Corp., BMI
except "Animal Farm" music & lyrics by Ray Davies
©1969 Unichappell Music, BMI /
Davray Music Lmt. / ABCKO Music, BMI
Adapted from a text file by Eric Wincentsen
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