Pioneer of aerodynamics Little Eiffel, little Eiffel They thought he was real smart Alec Little Eiffel, little Eiffel
He thought big and they called it a phallic Little Eiffel, little Eiffel They didn't know he was panoramic
Little Eiffel stands in the archway Little Eiffel, little Eiffel Keeping low doesn't make no sense
Sometimes people can be oh so dense They didn't want it but he built it anyway Little Eiffel, little Eiffel Little Eiffel stands in the archway Little Eiffel, little Eiffel
Keeping low don't make sense Keeping low doesn't make no sense Little Eiffel, little Eiffel Little Eiffel stands in the archway
Oh Alexander, I see you beneath the archway of aerodynamics Oh Alexander, I see you beneath the archway of aerodynamics Oh Alexander, I see you beneath the archway of aerodynamics Oh Alexander, I see you beneath the archway of aerodynamics Oh Alexander, I see you beneath the archway of aerodynamics Oh Alexander, I see you beneath the archway of aerodynamics
with a pet at my side God in the sky snow falling down freeze my body to the ground i can't ride but one more time i will ride all over the world
washed over the side top of the sky slow diver down two feet land on a different fround you can't live easily you can't even speak but all of them speak all over the world
i will meet you over there i am going to meet you over there washed over the side top of the sky slow diver down two feet land on a different ground you can't live easily you can't even speak fish all of them speak all over the world
a plain with no herd not even a bird when one side is hot the other side of the moon is not it's just like a ride maybe some time they'll make it a ride all over the world
i will meet you over there i am going to meet you over there
time is an arrangement time is an arranger i am a derangement
all my thoughts all i am are my thoughts all my thoughts i am all what i'm taught
better call the ranger got a train derailments better call the ranger
what i'm taught all i am are my thoughts all my thoughts all i am are my thoughts what i'm not
now the sun is burning in deepest space that's the way things are through a storm i called you it fell each day i didn't get so far my words get blown away
my lips are moving if you touch my face did you hear my scream? while we were sleeping i tried to say even in my dreams my words get blown away
now the sun is burning in deepest space i didn't get so far
This is a song for Carol Your into Japanese fastfood And I drop you off with your Japanese lover And you're going to the beach all day You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
You're looking like You've got some sun Your blistered lips Have got a kiss The days are lit like everyone Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh
Your bones got a little machine You're the bone machine
I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss He bought me a soda He bought me a soda He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot Yep, yep yep YEP!
I make you break You make me hard Your Irish skin * Looks Mexican Our love is rice and beans and horses lard Your bones got a little machine You're the bone machine
From the valley of the missing High lonesome, no pity boy Bragging party just beginning All the tales, mythic noise No cotton, no chloroform Don't throw me off the dorm You know what I mean Fur is flying, I'm on your team
Here are hills, dales, and depths You are what I need, to hear So fill the air, with memorized breaths.....memorized breaths
From the valley of the missing T-T-Tammy's stoned on dope No kids, no dogs, no fucking daughters Just my business loop I don't know a thing about it Crazy dipper thanks a lot You ride with Rome in your sleep I'm up but the last one-off
Here are hills, dales and depths You are what I need, to hear So fill the air, with memorized breaths.....memorized breaths
From the valley of the missing High lonesome Bragging party just beginning Mythic, mythic, mythic men
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore
I put it on when I go lonely Will you take off your dress and send it to me?
I miss your kissin' and I miss your head And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead Run outside in the desert heat Make your dress all wet and send it to me
I miss your soup and I miss your bread And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead So spill your breakfast and drip your wine Just wear that dress when you're dying
P I X I E S
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree Wipe it on your dress and send it to me
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore
