Of Montreal

[fox69]

"The Problem With April"

"The Problem With April"


The problem with April is the problem with May
is the problem with June and July
it's the problem with all of the months
since you said goodbye
The problem with Monday is the problem with Tuesday
is the problem with Wednesday and Thursday
it's the problem with all the week
since you went away
The bills keep piling up
and my bed gets bigger and bigger
I feel like I'm being watched
and I'm forever under the weather
The problem with Summer is the problem with Fall
is the problem with Winter and Spring
it's the problem with all of the year
since you're no longer here
The problem with evening is the problem with morning
is the problem with the afternoon
the problem of all of the day
since you went away

 

[fox69]

"The Repudiated Immortals"

"The Repudiated Immortals"


The creator of what's now cliché had some funny words to say
"All you little things are incomplete"
why did he speak of us that way?
I don't cry not 'cause I don't care
It's very hard to feel the way we used to feel up there
The creator of what's now cliché
Wants us little things to cry and feel alone

But don't don't lose hope no no no no
No no no don't feel sad 'cause it's a violent world
But there's still beauty
I'll take care of you if you take care of me

I like to sit and listen to the sound
Of the snowflakes landing on the trees
But I can't get used to feeling cold
I can't get used to what has happened here to you and me
There's no escaping so I won't try
It's just the heaviness that comes with knowing you will never die

 

[fox69]

"The Secret Ocean"

"The Secret Ocean"


Secret ocean and its coast
Spills out into the room
And it made me think
Of how you float away
To another distant room
Embracing the unknown
And I wonder what
You're doing there today

Because I'm always thinking of you
Your invisible rays slice me in two
You crush me every day
You made me change my shape
I could be anything you want me to

Drifting along
Your golden doorway
You tried to duck your head
But the ceiling sinks along
And lifts you up
Into a place where you
Can be anything you want to

An old dead branch
A big red ant
A singing clown

It might be impossible
To reach into the sky
And send you out a greeting
On the telepathic line
Another selfish scheme
For entering your dream
Across the secret ocean
In the broad unending time

I'm always thinking of you
Your invisible rays slice me in two
You crush me every day
You made me change my shape
I could be anything you want me to
I could be anything you want me to
I could be anything you want me to

 

[fox69]

"The World Keeps Going Round"

"The World Keeps Going Round"


You worry 'bout the sun
What's the use of worrying 'bout thebig old sun?
You worry 'bout the rain
The rain keeps falling just the same
You worry when the one you need
has found somebody new
But the world keeps going round
The world keeps going round
You just can't stop it
The world keeps going round
You worry 'bout your friends
What's the use of worrying now you're almost grown?
You worry'bout your own
What's the use of worrying cause you die alone?
Well times will be hard and rain will fall
and you'll feel mighty low
But the world keeps going round
The world keeps going round
You just can't stop it
The world keeps going round
Well times will be hard and rain will fall
and you'll feel mighty low
But the world keeps going round

 

[fox69]

"The You I Created"

"The You I Created"


It's hard to know exactly
When my dreams got weird
I tense up and get antsy when you're near
But nightly you appear to me
Ghostly in my head
But I never can remember what you said
It must be something reassuring
Something sweet and kind
Something you would never say in real life
Where does it go in the morning?
It slipped out of my hand
Eating breakfast with my other thoughts
Away from wakeful lands
Where is the you I created?
The you that I adore?
When my eyes are open I don't see you anymore
It's hard for me to fathom
That you disappeared
And turned into exactly what I feared
But every night you sing to me
When my eyes are closed
But I never can remember how it goes
It must be something undeserving
Only in my mind
Something you would never sing on your time
It disappears without warning
It shifts like grains of sand
Galavanting with some other dreams
I didn't understand
Where is the you I created?
The you that I adore?
When my eyes are open I don't see you anymore
But nightly you appear to me
Ghostly in my head
But I never can remember what you said

 

[fox69]

"There Is Nothing Wrong With Hating Rock Critics"

"There Is Nothing Wrong With Hating Rock Critics"


i'm not confused like you pig you're falling from your tree
there's something wrong with you
there's something wrong with me
there's nothing wrong with me

i'm not impressed by you, maggot's vomit on the seat
there's something wrong with you
there's nothing wrong with me
but there is something definitely wrong with you
and the way that you view
your place in the world
you are wrong
you can say what you want
but the truth is so clear

how can you think you are better than anyone
the thought of it is really just absurd
your cynical opinions have no depth
you're uninsightful and irrelevant, haven't you heard?
it's time that you heard

i'm not confused like you twit you lester bangs wannabe
there's something wrong with you
there's nothing wrong with me
there's nothing wrong with me

i'm not impressed by your rank and trite adolescent ennui
there's something wrong with you
there's nothing wrong with me
but there is something definitely wrong with you
and the way that you view
your place in the world
you are wrong
you can say what you want
but the truth is so clear

how can you think you are better than anyone
you don't even create you just critique
it's so obscene the way that you deride the work of artists
about whom you're not even worthy to speak, not worthy to speak

we think that you're daft, and in truth, truly pathetic
it's creepy how you act as if everything is copacetic
your venomous wit is your crutch
and your heart is so corrupt
you degrade everything you touch
because you're the champion of the dismissive review yeah
in your signature style, we've composed this review of you

 

[fox69]

"This Feeling (Derek's Theme)"

"This Feeling (Derek's Theme)"


I'm so excited, I just can't wait for you to come.
I've been living alone and lonely far too long.
When I see your face
And the love that's in your eyes,
You know I just can't place this feeling.
I'm so excited,
All my sad days will soon be over.
I know you can do it, because you did it before,
And I'm happy when I'm with you.
I guess it's a lot to ask of you
To change everything that's bad.
You know I have to laugh at this feeling.
There's one thing I hesitate to add -
What if it turns out bad?
We'll be living together,
Will we be spending too much time together?
I'm gonna find out just how close we really are,
And if having you around is better than being alone.
If I had to bet whether this works or not I'm certain
That it will but still I can't forget this feeling.

 

[fox69]

"Tim I Wish You Were Born A Girl"

"Tim I Wish You Were Born A Girl"


Tim, wish you were born a girl,
So I could've been your boyfriend.
I know it's not possible now.
I just never met a girl I like half as much as you.
And we could lay around in bed, stay there all day,
Or at least until the afternoon
And I could make you spaghetti with tomato sauce
With just a touch of oregano and a parsley stem.
And then when you got sick,
I could take the day off work.
I could've made you chicken soup,
And we could watch soap operas
- oh, those TV dramas!
I could catch your cold
and you could take care of me.
If I could've met you at school, or met you at work,
It would have changed everything.
Those years of losing, confusion and insecurity,
They would have been shared,
they would have been easier.
Tim, wish you were born a girl,
Tim, wish you were born a girl,
So I could've been your fiancé.
I'm not saying you can't be all these things for me,
But it's just not the same because you're a man,
and so am I.

 

[fox69]

"Touched Something's Hollow"

"Touched Something's Hollow"


Why am I so damaged, girl?
Why am I such poison, girl?
I don't know how long I can hold on
If it's gonna be like this forever

Why am I so damaged,
Why am I so troubled, girl?
I don't know how long I can hold on
If it's gonna be like this forever

 

[fox69]

"Trashed Exes"

"Trashed Exes"


The problem is a different girl, an Athenian beachgoth
We have so much to live for but living is not one of your talents
You you were just slumming it with me, you faked it, I was your slum
Now I can't even talk to you, easy rider see whatcha done done
Gabrielle, I met the plague of you, l'appel du vide of your trashed exes
I felt like Antonin Artaud because I refused to cry
I saw our withering and thought "how romantic"
I saw our withering and thought "I'm glad"
Did you really try to love me? that doesn't sound like you
No not you
Now that I am dispossessed I feel almost happy
Happy that I no longer have to be the prey of your syndrome
I do miss the corybantic wilds of our furious and awful love
I was ready to share everything oh honey what was I thinking of?
Gabrielle, I met the plague of you, I met the plague
I felt like Antonin Artaud because I refused to cry
I saw our withering and thought "nothing tragic"
I saw our withering and thought "good, I'm glad"
Did I really try to love you?
Gabrielle, I met the plague of you, l'appel du vide of your trashed exes
I felt like Antonin Artaud because I refused to cry
I saw our withering and thought "how romantic"
I saw our withering and thought "I'm glad"
Did you really try to love me? that doesn't sound like you
No not you