Of Montreal

[fox69]

"She Ain't Speakin' Now"

"She Ain't Speakin' Now"


Like some sepulchral tableaux
I sit frozen holding your hand
Though I'm trying to think only
Positive thoughts I understand
That this tomorrow
May not be the tomorrow
That your eviscerating suffering will end
Oh, will you ever be yourself again?
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune
She ain't doing well
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her psyche's cracked or
Anyhow, she ain't speakin' now
Nightfall, like some leaden sea
Dilates as I hold vigil by your bed
Watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head
I can't repel this snaking veil of morbidity
That's disfiguring the seraph of your face
Oh, the organisms been debased
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune
She ain't doing well
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her psyche's shattered or anyhow she ain't speakin now
You scream that the books
Are falling off of the shelves on to you
But I can't see them
Your hallucination ravings
I'm writing them all down so
You can read them
When your mind no longer aches
And your febrility breaks
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune
She ain't doing well
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her psyche's cracked or anyhow she ain’t speakin now
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune
She ain't doing well
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her psyche's shattered or anyhow she ain't speakin now

 

[fox69]

"She's A Rejecter"

"She's A Rejecter"


My, my
You busted me
Like a Robocop, strike me
With your riding crop
I'm forever going celibate tomorrow
But tonight, like success, knows no shame

Oh no, she's a rejector
I must protect myself

There's the girl that left me bitter
Want to pay some other girl
To just walk up to her and hit her
But I can't, I can't, I can't

My, my
This demon heart
Of the master's hand, crush me
Why, I don't understand
And I know you're not her
'Cause the girl of my dreams is probably god
Still, I want you

 

[fox69]

"Sing You A Love You Song"

"Sing You A Love You Song"


Before the laughter and the cheer disolves into his memory, taste of vodka on his lips,
and thoughts of murder and doom, her eyes appeared to bloom, he wanted to touch them but was afraid she taken aback then what would he say?

They walked to the garden in the park when it was empty after dark then spread out a blanket and laid down and a voice said,
"No one else could hear." He whispered in here ear, "Although I can't sing it now, be still..some day baby I will.. sing you a love you song."

She rolled over and a kiss laid softly on his chin and said,
"You know maybe there's a chance that your feelings you've mistook or have presently overlooked...
You say you don't love me, but yet perhaps you just forget that you do."

He said that, "I love you please believe the only matter of concern is that your love will oneday fade.
If that should happen I would die, and that's the reason why I know I can't sing it now but be still cos some day baby I will sing you a love you song...."

She said, "How could you question when the root of my affection is so plain and obvious?
It grew from the overwhelming pleasure of just being near you and now bring in doubts and they are smothering our love!"

 

[fox69]

"Sink The Seine"

"Sink The Seine"


You're no different from the prints that crease the wires
Or mosquitoes that now operate on her brain
Thought that if I sank the Seine I might find you
I might find you
I'm no different from the claw they mic from the stair
Or fake diamonds that are glued to eyes of plastic crows
Thought that where the planters go, you might find me
You might find me

 

[fox69]

"Sirens Of Your Toxic Spirit"

"Sirens Of Your Toxic Spirit"


What I recall
Remembered best is insanity
And the clatter
Misapprehensions are
Killing you but not
Fast enough to really matter
The flume of your struggle
Is flooded with sorrow and
It poisons everybody near it
I'm not a patron of yours anymore
Don't want to hear it
The sirens of your toxic spirit
Of your addictions and shiftiness
Inherited from your father
I know you struggle to keep them in check
But at this point why even bother
The flume of your struggle
Is flooded with sorrow and
It poisons everybody near it
I'm not a patron of yours anymore
Don't want to hear it
The sirens of your toxic spirit
What friendships you have left
They're not derived from love
They're just some warped form of charity
I've wounded you and you've wounded you too
At least we can feel good about the parities
The flume of your struggle
Is flooded with sorrow and
It poisons everybody near it
I'm not a patron of yours anymore
Don't want to hear it
The sirens of your toxic spirit

 

[fox69]

"Slave Translator"

"Slave Translator"


All the little girls are boys for girls with no boys to throw up for
Slave translator,
Tell me what it means
Dante had two Prussians in her brush
Quite a rush
All the nimble boys are girls for boys with no girls to cum into
Slave translator
Soften my rage
All the boys she loves are always under age
Can't cut away from it
Self paralysis
Satanic ornaments that crumble our faith
Rebirth suicide
Rebirth suicide
It's so perpetual
Not that I care
They bring their plates like it's automatic
It's so pathetic
You apologize for him
You won't face the portrait
Honestly, you rotted when it mattered
Not that I care
I was only stabbing your heart because I was trying to get your attention
Change your direction
Can't tolerate this new vision
Paranoia like it's talking to your mother
All of the hatred
All of the vomit
It's recurrent
Not that I care
All the nimble girls are boys for girls with no boys to throw up for
Slave translator,
I hate to ask
Is the wind in that door still?
All the nimble boys are girls for boys with no girls to cum into
Slave translator,
I want you to hurt
I'm cutting myself, and I feel like dirt!

 

[fox69]

"Sleeping In The Beetle Bug"

"Sleeping In The Beetle Bug"


Sleeping in the beetle bug
With a hundred pounds of air in my heart.
Don't think that I'm able to sympathize,
I'm happier to see it gone.
Floating above your house like a penguin
Dropping cherries from my mouth.
Tapping the walnuts
and the shadows out of a dreaming
Pair of brown eyed ghosts.

In each of your eyes, I saw it's spring,
Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn.
Grass is long and laughs
when the wind jumps through it.

It must have started with that stick in the mud.
That there's where clouds are born.
Clouds can't stay where they are born.
Winds push them so far from home.
The sound of your laughter
Tiptoeing across the floor
makes the deepest of red umbrellas
able to inflate my smile.

In each of your eyes, I saw it's spring,
Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn.
Grass is long and laughs when the wind jumps through it.

 

[fox69]

"So Begins Our Alabee"

"So Begins Our Alabee"


And so begins, begins our odyssey...
And we begin, begin our odyssey...
And so begins, begins our odyssey...

The aria is bleeding and the boyish voice is leaving.
I've been an evil tenor, I filled the innocent's doe-eyes with glue.
You're my only softness, you're my only pleasure, it's true.
And I never want to be your little friend, the abject failure.

And so begins, begins our odyssey...
And we begin, begin our odyssey...
And so begins, begins our odyssey...

The chrysalis is breaking and the superego's waking.
I've been a gloomy Petrarch, with a quill as weepy as Dido.
You're my mousy aesthete, you're my buoyant cherub, it's true.
And I never want to be your little friend, the abject failure.

The aria is bleeding and the boyish voice is leaving.
I've been an evil tenor, I filled the innocent's doe-eyes with glue.
You're my only softness, you're my only pleasure, it's true.
And I never want to be your little friend, the abject failure.

 

[fox69]

"Spike The Senses"

"Spike The Senses"


Every second of every minute of the day
I let my fancy play
And when the feeling strikes me
I deliquesce in the sky without waving goodbye
While contemplating (ooohhhooohhhooohhh)
A fractured pale cathedral wall
Death can't touch me at all
Let its rapacious fingers with venomous stingers try
I'd like to see them try
Try to find a way to spike the senses
Til everything goes white [x3]
Try to find a way to spike the senses
I had a vision of vinyl spiders in a cage
now I avoid the stage
'Cause though it was a trifle
I still can't stifle the fear
That they might just reappear
Try to find a way to spike the senses
Til everything goes white [x3]
Try to find a way to spike the senses
Climbing climbing climbing never falling
If it was up to me I'd freak the clouds
Let them fall and drip to the sea
I think the chemicals have done
Some evil thing to me

 

[fox69]

"Spiteful Intervention"

"Spiteful Intervention"


It's fucking sad that we need a tragedy to occur to gain a fresh perspective in our lives
Nothing happens for a reason, there's no point even pretending you know the sad truth as well as I

Oh god, the morning light
Sun rays bring my paranoia
I can't function unless I'm the only one awake

Rancor of our
last conversation that
forbidden word you
deform to
handicap me then
abuse your advantage

I'm nervous my soul is returning to crystals,
because your eyes are an agent of darkness
There's nothing to fight
It's just a bit of fait accompli

I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution

Lately I'm rotted in the filth of
self offered agonies that really should
fill me with shame,
but all I have is this manic energy

I lost my page in being the black sinner disciple in your heart collage
Just want to celebrate me
Need to suffer more
Face our pure liberty
Converts officiate
Divides new stratagems to
Disembowel our corinthian characters

I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution

I know I'm upside down about you
Your kindness feels like blasphemy or some sick education on the limits of humanity
So I profane the laws of some Victorian garbage
And listen to you smashing up my studio again

I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution

Lately all I can produce is psychotic vitriol
That really should fill me with guilt
But all I have is asmatic energy