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"Why Banacek Doesn't Love"

"Why Banacek Doesn't Love"


Yes, your guile, it has bestown me
With a knowledge of espionage, intrinsic and big
I accredit you with this, that
And a string of broken entries
But don't forget quoting and stealing
And quoting and stealing
And quoting and stealing and quoting

Did I mention
The caesarean, it could take all night
And potentially all day
But the boys are all scared, the surgeons must be spared

They'd be pretenders, pretenders all of them
The throne - a summer home, six weeks, no pay

With the stitches we've sewn
Our hands, they become (treats?)
In the genealogy of which there
Lay trials and deceits

Therein there lay trials and deceits
There lay trials and deceits
Believe me, when I breathe, it means
I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of
I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of
I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of

Before you know, we find ourselves in witch country
Playing a mean harpsichord, a slow accordion
To people far more proficient than we'll ever be
I recant on all the present glories
In the face of better stories
Yes, the years always end in winter here

Amongst all the loose talk
Turn the page, you might understand what they're saying
A language with curves, girl-friended and giddy
One ill-shapen but still expensive
The other one somewhat free

While we nail the door shut
The rut we expected was right here
The dykes were in place
But the pikemen replaced them with spears

I know it doesn't sound likely
But tonight it's all I see
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of

A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
 
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"You Were So Cruel"

"You Were So Cruel"


You were so cruel, and it was her house.
You were so cruel, and it was her house.
The way she mounted the staircase... the grace!
No one could say, "I can do that like that, stand back!"

But you were so cruel, and it was her house.
You were so cruel, and it was her house.
Who cracked her favorite death rattle?
Who started snapping all the straps?
An exercise in crowd control; tactile and bold.

Something that never should've happened happens.
Something that never should've happened happens.
Something that never should've happened happens.
Something that never should've happened happens.

Oh, you were so cruel, and it was her house.
You were so cruel, and it was her house.
You were so cruel, and it was her house.
You swore before you'd crush those horns
 
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"Your Blood"

"Your Blood"


I went for you in military times and, then, I waited well into the 2300s.
I made my way through the Union Street design kids.
They were alright.
They were on fire.
They harbored an elementary desire to do good works.
I bought 'em all, I bought 'em all!
I made donations to The Plague, and The Fall and The Old Grey Mare in her stall!

Endangered Ape, a couple years in Solitary never really hurt anyone.
Distinguished colleagues, dead music-writers' brides - I apologize.
They were alright.
They were on fire.
They harbored an elementary desire to do good works.
I bought 'em all, I bought 'em all!
I made donations to The Plague, and The Fall and The Old Grey Mare in her stall.

I don't know, I guess I'm doing alright.
Tabitha takes another stab at becoming light.
She never wants to go.
Always want to stay illuminated.

Ride towards the dawn, Quicksilver on the side of nothing.
Never had a chance.
Never had to choose Your Blood versus Your Blues.
 
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"Your Blues"

"Your Blues"


Why does every one of her lovers leave her?
I'm ill-equipped to judge the tale of a woman.
"That inviting army slut!... The Colonel's in a rut!" - back at the base they're saying -
Now each day when he awakes his prayers take the form of one question -
"How is it that we can be both Skating
and Dying?
Lord knows I've been trying..."
 
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