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"Greek #3"

"Greek #3"


Mono dyo tragoudia eho kai trito molis vgei
De ksero pou vrika to ptoma mia kai tote itan ekei
Tora periplanomai ston tafo tis mousikis
Gia ta dyo tragoudia kai to trito molis vgei

Enas plousios mou eipe fere kota kai zoumi
Ftohopaido mou eipe pos de mporei na pei
Kai tora perimeno san kota to Theo epi ti ghi

Mono dyo tragoudia eho kai trito molis vgei
De ksero pou vrika to ptoma mia kai tote itan ekei
Tora periplanomai ston tafo tis mousikis
Gia ta dyo tragoudia kai to trito molis vgei

Piga sto Lefko Iko kai rotao ton pyravlo
An pote den eixe complex i kati san afto
Ma arxise na paramilaei sa na itan stin TV
"Den exo mono dyo tragoudia
Apo mena thelis ti?"

Kainouri' agorasa stena blue jeans
Kai ena baglama
Kai eipa stis kyries na mou ferthoun evgenika
Gia na min exo typseis pos den pao makria
Gia ta dyo tragoudia kai to trito molis vgei

 

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"Greeting From The Deranged Millionaire"

"Greeting From The Deranged Millionaire"


Good afternoon. Not long ago, They Might Be Giants, grizzled veterans of multiple national club tours, were once again lured by the siren call of the American road. But this tour would be different. The day before they set out, they were contacted by a mysterious deranged millionaire, with a bold, artistic challenge. Write a new song every day, a song that would celebrate the unique character of each venue in which they performed, or else lose their magical song writing talisman, and leave Brooklyn forever vulnerable to his roving baseball gangs, and monstrous creatures. Ladies and gentlemen, I am that deranged millionaire, and I now present to you in what may be the last broadcast from They Might Be Giants studios before they are mine. The whirlwind national journey that is the Venue Songs of They Might Be Giants.

 

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"Hall Of Heads"

"Hall Of Heads"


Here in the hall of heads
You look through the keyhole
This is the hall of heads
One step through the doorway

Roll out that special head
This is our favorite one
Please don't try to leave
Don't leave the hall of heads

Hide underneath the porch
Hide down behind the furnace
You can't get away
You can't really hide
Once you hear the call
The song of the hall of heads

You can't run away
Your feet won't help you run
You can't run away
Out of the hall of heads

 

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"Hate The Villanelle"

"Hate The Villanelle"


Don't hate the villain! Hate the villanelle
With these picky rules and odd jigsaw rhymes
Curses! These verses are my prison cell

At school I ran from the very first bell
The teacher's ruler, those maddening chimes
Don't hate the villain! Hate the villanelle!

Joking in class. Oh! The words I misspell
Mumbles and stammers but are those real crimes?
Curses! These verses are my prison cell

If someone could hear, for someone to tell
But friends have all fled to far away climes
Don't hate the villain! Hate the villanelle

I solve this puzzle but tumble through hell
These words are fractions when I needed primes
Curses! These verses are my prison cell

My hands disappear as I wave farewell
This gentle quicksand turns into hard times
Don't hate the villain! Hate the villanelle
Curses! These verses are my prison cell

 

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"Hearing Aid"

"Hearing Aid"


Frosty 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
'Cause I'm not as messed up as I want to be

I've turned off my hearing aid
Don't say the electric chair's not good enough
For king-lazy-bones like myself

Because
Because

 

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"Heart Of The Band"

"Heart Of The Band"


4, 3, 2, 1, go!

We all like to play in the band, uh-huh
We all like to play in the band, uh-huh
But the drummer is the heart of the band
The drummer is the soul of the band
The drummer is the core of the band, uh-huh

Even when we're playing
If the drums aren't playing
It's just like the song is standing still
Even when we're playing
If the drums aren't playing
It's just like the song is standing still

4, 3, 2, 1, go!

Yes, we have guitar in the band
Yes, we have the bass in the band
But the drummer is the heart of the band
The drummer is the soul of the band
The drummer is the core of the band, uh-huh

Even when we're playing
If the drums aren't playing
It's just like the song is standing still
Even when we're playing
If the drums aren't playing
It's just like the song is standing still

4, 3, 2, 1, go!

 

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"Hell Hotel"

"Hell Hotel"


Salutations paint his karma, Bend joints in fighting words
Got his mean streak from his mother, ha ha ha
Now Love Boats paint his liver, with eyes on the city lights
Collapsin' on the upbeats or relaxin' for the night
He steps into a crazy hotel, the desk clerk hands him soap-on-a-rope
What does he mean by this?
Bellhop takes his flashlight, takes John up to his room
Va-va-va-voom this is a sweet life, Anthrax on the couch

We're here to entertain you, or have you seen this episode
We're the ancient order of robot dolls, we're putting you at the controls

Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel
Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel

Sports cars and the gamblin', John's winning every night
Well there's certain smells John can't repel, but Momma it can't be right
He bolts awake laughing, but no one's in his room
And the big boss man doesn't understand why John can't smile no more

We're here to make you happy, that's all that we are programmed for
But you say this pleasure's a pain for you
Sebastian C. could tell you more

Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel
Well, well, well welcome to Hell Hotel

 

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"Hello Mrs. Wheelyke"

"Hello Mrs. Wheelyke"


Hello Mrs. Wheelyke
wouldn’t you like to write with a pencil?

HELLO I’m from
MISSISsippi
WE LIKE to wear
WOODEN footwear
YOU LIKE to wear
TWO RIGHT handed gloves
WITH A hat in
PENNSYLvania

MAYBE some day
WE CAN let our wigs
HANG OUT to dry
ON THE clothesline
DRIVE WAY out of town
YOU CAN steer and I’ll
RIDE ON the hood
LIONS will cheer

If you find you’re hungry
you should eat a sandwich at the picnic

IF YOU some day
FIND YOU’RE in budapest
HUNGARY look me up
YOU SHOULD never
EAT A big pile of
SAND WHICH you found
AT THE beach or
PICNIC with wolves

MAYBE some day
WE CAN let our wigs
HANG OUT to dry
ON THE clothesline
DRIVE WAY out of town
YOU CAN steer and I’ll
RIDE ON the hood
LIONS will cheer

maybe we can hang out on the driveway
you can ride on lions

 

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"Hello Radio"

"Hello Radio"


Hello
Hello
Hello

 

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"Here Come The 123s"

"Here Come The 123s"


They Might Be Giants
Here come the 123s

One, two, three