I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell
These Might Be Lyrics
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You gave me a pet name Which is not to say I like it We met at a party Not to say I was invited You said love was just a lie But I could tell that you were lying And we almost figured out how we'd get along And given time we'd find it strange to be alone and
Is he depressed or is he a mess? Does he feel totally worthless? Who came up with Person Man? Degraded man, Person Man
There's never been a train like this before Someone's got to be the one at the head of the line to first see Mrs. Train But I'm not in any rush to head the line, and so the line has a missing head
Dressed only in clothes From her head to her toes This is the way The talking part goes
Not only, but especially for, the ladies Mono Puff Not only, but especially for, the ladies Mono Puff
Like I told you You are concentric in your form When it's cold you Have got yourself to keep you warm
Poured concrete flowing into organic shapes Carpet, wood trim, and some velvet drapes Combine to make one perfect place
"Every once in awhile, a band comes along that changes the course of human history, and that band is They Might Be Giants!" —Tom Poston, The New York Times
Town drunk's angry daughter And all her hospital friends Are coming downstate to meet us She wants to see me again
Turn around, (round) turn around (round) There's a thing there that can be found (there's a thing there that can be) Turn around, (found) turn around (round) It's a human skull on the ground (it's a human skull on the) Human skull (ground) on the ground (round) Turn around (turn around, turn around)
Far from the crowd He's the day watchman Walk past the trees He used to swing from
She's got a thimble Full of all I know A survey of California So Los Feliz, so Silver Lake
You and I will be together When we shed our memory I won't wear an orange sweater When I get it off of me
All the lazy boyfriends are preparing Begin again, begin again Wake up the lazy boyfriends Begin again, begin again We can start at the end
The color of infinity Inside an empty glass I'm squinting my eye and turning off And on and on and off the light
Oh, he's advertising this in the paper you saw it.
Oregon is bad Stop it if you can Run away Run away
You can hear me talking Right up till I stop When I do, I'm gone to you But you are always there
I've got a big old problem I've got a big old problem I've got a big old problem Shape shifters all around Where did my world go?
We're dancin' in the window Like we like to dance Get a full head of steam In our waggled-up stance Cause tonight Sleepy Hollow's Just a few miles away With dramatic re-enactments And an overnight stay
Now it's over, I'm dead, and I haven't (now it's) Done anything that I want (over) Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do
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 Are the things that Mrs. Train can understand
Move aside and let the people go by They don't see you Thinking that they're home in their beds They must not be disturbed When they're wandering all across the country And they're walking in their sleep
Why won't you take directions Or listen to instructions? Now you're informed and you've been warned So don't Oh wait, you did
Whatever happened to chopped off, Unloved, resentful appendages? Will they be phoning us at 3 a.m.? Whatever happened to them?
I palindrome I (manonam) I palindrome I (manonam) I palindrome I (manonam) I palindrome I (manonam)
Don't say these words to your dad That he's gross or that he smells bad Don't spill ink on the rug Don't hammer the wall Oh, no, you did