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Why is the world in love again?
Why are we marching hand in hand? Why are the ocean levels rising up? It's a brand new record for 1990 They Might Be Giants' brand new album: Flood |
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| 2. |
| 3:21 |
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I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend But I'm a little glowing friend But really I'm not actually your friend But I am Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul I have a secret to tell >From my electrical well It's a simple message and I'm leving out The whistles and bells So the room must listen to me Filibuster vigilantly My name is blue canary one-word Spelled l-i-t-e My story's infinite Like the Longines Symphonette It doesn't rest I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend But I'm a little glowing friend But really I'm not actually your friend But I am There's a picture opposite me Of my primitive ancestry Which stood on rocky shores and Kept the beaches shipwreck free Though I respect that a lot I'd be fired if that were my job After killing Jason off and Countless screaming Argonauts Bluebird of friendliness Like guardian angels its Always near (And while you're at it Leave the nite lite on inside the Birdhouse in your soul) |
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| 4. |
| 2:39 |
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Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night Every gal in Constantinople Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople So if you've a date in Constantinople She'll be waiting in Istanbul Even old New York was once New Amsterdam Why they changed it I can't say People just liked it better that way So take me back to Constantinople No, you can't go back to Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks Istanbul, Istanbul Istanbul, Istanbul Even old New York was once New Amsterdam Why they changed it I can't say People just liked it better that way Istanbul was Constantinople Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks So take me back to Constantinople No, you can't go back to Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks Istanbul |
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| 2:59 |
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I returned a bag of groceries
Accidentally taken off the shelf Before the expiration date I came back as a bag of groveries Accidentally taken off the shelf Before the date stamped on myself CHORUS Did a large procession wave their Torches as my hed fell in the basket And was everybody dancing on the casket? Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't Done anything that I want Or, I'm still alive And there's nothing I want to do I will never say the word "Procrastinate" again; I'll never See myself in the mirror with my eyes closed I didn't apologize foor when I was eight And I made my younger brother Have to be my personal slave CHORUS So I won't sit at home anymore And you wn't see my head in the window And I won't be around ever anymore And I7ll be up there on the wall at the store I returned a bag of groceries Accidentally taken off the shelf Before the expiration date I came back as a bag of groceries Accidentally taken off the shelf Before the date stamped on myself CHORUS |
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| 2:55 |
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This is where the party ends
I can't stand here listening to you And your racist friend I know politics bore you But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you And your racist friend It was the loveliest party that I've ever attended If anything was broken I'm sure it could be mended My head can't tolerate this bobbing and pretending Listen to some bullet-head and the madness that he's saying This is where the party ends I'll just sit here wondering how you Can stand by your racist friend I know politics bore you But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you You and your racist friend This is where the party ends I can't stand here listening to you And your racist friend I know politics bore you But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you And your racist friend Out from the kitchen to the bedroom to the hallway Your friend apologizes, he could see it my way He let the contents of the bottle do the thinking Can't shake the devil's hand and say you're only kidding This is where the party ends I can't stand here listening to you And your racist friend I know politics bore you But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you And your racist friend |
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| 7. |
| 1:59 |
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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 does he get wet? Or does the water get him instead? Nobody knows, Particle man Triangle man, Triangle man Triangle man hates particle man They have a fight, Triangle wins Triangle man Universe man, Universe man Size of the entire universe man Usually kind to smaller man Universe man He's got a watch with a minute hand, Millennium hand and an eon hand When they meet it's a happy land Powerful man, universe man Person man, person man Hit on the head with a frying pan Lives his life in a garbage can Person man Is he depressed or is he a mess? Does he feel totally worthless? Who came up with person man? Degraded man, person man Triangle man, triangle man Triangle man hates person man They have a fight, triangle wins Triangle man |
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| 8. |
| 1:57 |
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She set your goldfish free
And now she's sighing Blew out your pilot light And made a wish She doesn't have to have her db's records back now But there's not a lot of things That she'll take back CHORUS She wants to see you again She wants to see you again See you twisting in the wind She's not your satellite She doesn't miss you So turn off your smoke machine And Marshall stack She doesn't have to have Her Young Fresh Fellows tape back But there's not a lot of things That she'll take back CHORUS |
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| 9. |
| 2:48 |
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Where was I? I forgot
The point that I was making I said if I was smart that I would Save up for a piece of string And a rock to wind the string around Everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around Everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around Throw the crib door wide Let the people crawl inside Someone in this town Is trying to burn the playhouse down They want to stop the ones who want A rock to wind a string around But everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around Throw the crib door wide Let the people crawl inside Someone in this town Is trying to burn the playhouse down They want to stop the ones who want A rock to wind a string around But everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around If I were a carpenter I'd Hammer on my piglet, I'd Collect the seven dollars and I'd Buy a big prosthetic forehead And wear it on my real head Everybody wants prosthetic Foreheads on their real heads Everybody wants prosthetic Foreheads on their real heads Throw the crib door wide Let the people crawl inside Someone in this town Is trying to burn the playhouse down They want to stop the ones who want Prosthetic foreheads on their heads But everybody wants prosthetic Foreheads on their real heads Throw the crib door wide Let the people crawl inside Someone in this town Is trying to burn the foreheads down They want to stop the ones who want A rock to wind a string around But everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around |
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| 2:23 |
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Mr. Horrible Telephone call for Mr. Horrible But before he can talk to the ugliness men There's some horrible business left For him to attend to Something unpleasant has spilled on his brain As he sponges it off they say "Is this Horrible? Is this Horrible? It's the ugliness men, Mr. Horrible We're just trying to bug you We thought that our dreadfulness Might be a thing to annoy you with" But Mr. Horrible says, "I don't mind The thing that bothers me is Someone keeps moving my chair" "Would you mind if we balance this glass of milk Where your visiting friend accidentally was killed? Would it be okay with you if we wrote a reminder Of things we'll forget to do today otherwise, Using a green magic marker, if it's alright On the back of your head?" Mr. Horrible Mr. Horrible We're not done with you yet Mr. Horrible You have to try on these pants so the Ugliness Men Can decide if they're just as embarrassing as we think We have to be sure about this But Mr. Horrible says, "I don't mind The thing that bothers me is Someone keeps moving my chair" Someone keeps moving my chair Mr. Horrible says, "I don't mind The thing that bothers me is Someone keeps moving my chair" |
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| 11. |
| 3:27 |
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Forsty the supervisor lives by himself
Sometimes I feel sorry for him Usually I can't I've turned off my hearing aid Don't say the electric chair's not good enough For king-lazy-bones like myself More coffee for me boss Because I'm not as messed up as I want to be Because Because |
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| 13. |
| 1:25 |
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I'll never know what you'll find when you
Open up your letter box tomorrow 'Cause a little bird never tells me anything I want to know, she's my best friend She's a sparrow CHORUS And I'll never know what you never never Want to know when you know What you are-o If I had a pair of eyes in the back of my hed For each time you forgot to take out All the things you forgot to talk about When you took a bite out of my spine I would have a lot of eyes on me by this time Wouldn't I? Wouldn't that just be fine CHORUS |
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| 3:25 |
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A woman came up to me and said
"I'd like to poison your mind With wrong ideas that appeal to you Though I am not unkind." She looked at me, I looked at something Written across her scalp And this is what it faintly said As I tried to call for help: CHORUS There's only one thing That I know how to do well And I've often been told that you only can do What you know how to do well And that's be you Be what you're like Be like yourself And so I'm having a wonderful time But I'd rather be whistling in the dark There's only one thing that I like And that is whistling in the dark A man came up to me and said "I'd like to change your mind By hitting with a rock," he said, "Though I am not unkind." We laughed at his little joke and then I merrily walked away And hit my head on the wall of the jail Where the two of us live todaay CHORUS |
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| 1:35 |
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CHORUS
Hot Cha, where are you? Everybody's eyes are closed I can't see why I miss you so So Hot Cha, where are you? First time Hot Cha went away A floating island was his home then the phone rang off the hook And Hot Cha had to run back home CHORUS Second time he went away Left the bathtub running over Stereo on and cooking bacon Never came back to tell us why CHORUS If that honey would come back We would throw such a party Drink and cook the prodigal son Fondue forks for everybody CHORUS |
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| 1:47 |
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| 17. |
| 1:36 |
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Pistol shots
Gun shots Pistol shots gun shots Bullets from a revolver Bullets from a gun Bullets through the atmosphere here they come John I've been bad and they're Coming after me Done someone wrong and I fear That it was me Sapphire bullets Bullets of pure love |
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| 2:45 |
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They might be giants
They might be rain They might be heat They might be frying up a stalk of wheat They might be brain They might be washed They might be Dr. Spock's backup band CHORUS Tabloid footprints in your hair Tabid footprints everywhere We can't be silent Because they might be giants And what are we gong to do unless they are They might be giants They might be bald They might be snow They might be something else in the snow The might be fake they might be lies The might be big, big, fake, fake lies CHORUS |
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| 2:22 |
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We're in a road movie to Berlin
Can't drive out the way we drove in So sneak out this glass of bourbon And we'll go We were once so close to heaven Peter came out and gave us medals Declaring us the nicest of the damned You said you were the king of liars And I believed you and called you sire But I realize now that I have been deceived Time won't find the lost It'll sweep up our skeleton bones So take the wheel and I will take the pedals We're in a road movie to Berlin Can'T drive out the way we drove in So sneak out this glass of bourbon And we'll go |
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