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Oh, how I suck. And so:
Ween- "If You Could Save Yourself (You'd Save Us All)"
On a free ride home from the embassy
I saw the governor, and his lover holding hands
When I got to my place, I emptied my suitcase
And opened the windows wide
If you could save yourself, you'd save us all
Is that what you called me for, is that why you're knocking on my door?
The time I've spent, working myself to death
Thought that's what you wanted
I thought you needed my help
To make it good again, to make us strong
To make you happy, to push you along
And gain some respect, to be thrown a crumb
I was on my knees, when you knocked me down
The wheels fell off, the bottom dropped out
The checks all bounced, I came in your mouth
Your mother came calling but there was no one around
The trash caught fire when the leaves turned brown
The vultures were circling when the circus left town
I left you a note but I wrote it in disappearing ink
If you could save yourself, you'd save us all
Is that what you called me for, is that why you're knocking on my door?
The time I've spent, working myself to death
Thought that's what you wanted
I thought you needed my help
To make it good again, to make us strong
To make you happy, to push you along
And gain some respect, to be thrown a crumb
I was on my knees, when you knocked me down
-and-
Morrisey- "The Girl Least Likely To"
How many times have I been around ?
Recycled papers paving the ground
Well, she lives for the written word
And people come second, or possibly third
And there is no style, but I say well done
To the girl least likely to
Oh, deep in my heart, how I wish I was wrong
But deep in my heart, I know I am not
And there’s enough gloom in her world, I’m certain
Without my contribution
So I sit, and I smile, and I say well done
To the girl least likely to
Page after page of sniping rage
An english singe or an american tinge
There’s a publisher, she said, ...in the new year
(it’s never in this year)
I do think this, but I can’t admit it
To the girl least likely to
So one more song with no technique
One more song which seems all wrong ...
And oh, the news is bad again
See me as I am again
And the scales of justice sway one way
In the rooms of those least likely to
Oh, deep in my heart, how I want to be wrong
But the moods and the styles too frequently change
From 21 to 25, from 25 to 29
And I sit, and I smile, and I say well done
To the girl least likely to
Oh, one more song about the queen
Or standing around the shops with thieves
But somebody’s got to make it ! she screams
So why why can’t it be me ?
But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart
Which is hurt
So how many times will I shed a tear ?
And another stage of verse to cheer
When you shine in the public eye, my dear
Please remember these nights
When I sit and support with a dutiful smile
Because there’s nothing I can say
So chucking, churning, and turning the knife
On everything (except their own life)
And a clock somewhere strikes midnight
And an explanation - it drains me
If only there could be a way
There is a different mood all over the world
A different youth, unfamiliar views
And dearest, it could all be for you
So will you come down and I’ll meet you ?
And with no more poems, with nothing to hear
Oh darling, it’s all for you...
Darling, it’s all for you ...
Oh darling, it’s all for you ...
Oh darling, it’s all for you ... |
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