Альбом Say Anything

I wouldn't sell my belt to industry
So they carded me
And they carted me off.
Naked with that belt around my waist
It was my father's once
I still see his face
They carted me off.
But I managed to escape the good gendarme
And I fled through field and farm stripped of natural charm
Naked but that belt I wear so well
Past the pyramids
And the liberty bell
Hey this is something I have to do for myself
I have to for myself.
I ignored the sheep and shepherds on my way
What could their small words say
When they say them that way
Bathed in sweat and feathered as a crow
I laid a beating on the sleet and snow
With my frostbitten toes.
I remained unrecognized in my home town
Beneath my monstrous gown
Of feather and down
But I gathered up and army made of those
Who aimed to shame them
>From their repose
We took up weapons
And took off our clothes
So what say you
And all your friends
Meet all of my friends
In the alley with knives
What say you
And all your friends
Step up to my friends
In the alley tonight

All the words in my mouth that the scene deemed unworthy of letting out banded together
To form a makeshift militia and burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth.
I stood proud in the gallery with my open socket of a mouth for them to see.
They all just laughed and said "That boy , he, that boy's got woe.(woe.) He lives with woe.(woe.)"
And this girl who I met whose pride makes her hard to forget,
She took pity on me (horizontally) but most likely because of my band.(hey)
It's all I can get when I'm lonely and these visions of death seem to own me
In the quiet of the classrooms all across the stacked United States of Woe. We live with woe.
She said "I can't get laid in this town without these pointy fucking shoes.
My feet are so black and blue and so are you."
Please take me out of my body up through the palm trees to smell California in sweet hypocrisy.
Floating. My senses surround my body. I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn.
So now I'm forging ahead past all the plutocrats who sold me out.
Go sob in your bed. If life is twice as pretty once your dead then send me a card.
I'm still the optimist though it is hard when all you want to be is in a dream.

Yea, yea, yea, ok
Searching for blood in the salty sea
The sun beating down on the chest in back of me
Looking for drugs in a southern town
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I’ve got this red right hand that points me south
Compute green clouds this band made out
Into the hot, hot land that landed window
Shoot
I hear hey, hey, hey, hey come pollinate me
Hey, hey, hey, hey come pollinate me
Across the room, across the room, I hope to watch you arrive again soon
Across the room, across the room, I hope to watch you arrive again soon
They got the army of ears; they can’t hear you now
I got the piss in my veins in these furrowed brows
You’ve got this one last change to burn me, turn me down
If not I’ve got this last 12 bucks to spend on you
You can take me anywhere your sick mind wants to
Use yourself to fuel me using you
I hear hey, hey, hey, hey come pollinate me
Hey, hey, hey, hey come pollinate me
Across the room, across the room, I hope to watch you arrive again soon
Across the room, across the room, I hope to watch you arrive again soon
I hear hey, hey, hey, hey come pollinate me
Hey, hey, hey, hey come pollinate me
Across the room, across the room, I hope to watch you arrive again soon
Across the room, across the room, I hope to watch you arrive again soon
I hope to watch you arrive again soon

When I watch you, I wanna do you right where you're standing (yeah)
Right on the foyer, on this dark day, right in plain view (oh yeah)
Of the whole ghetto. The boots stomp meadows, but we ignore that (yeah)
You're lovely, baby. This war is crazy. I won't let you down (Oh no no)

No, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you
Hell no no, oh no, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you
Hell no no.

No, oh no no no!

And when our city, vast and shitty, falls to the axis (yeah)
They'll search the buildings, collect gold fillings, wallets and rings (oh yeah)
But Ms. Black Eyeliner, you'd look finer with each day in hiding (oh yeah)
Beneath the wormwood, oooh, love me so good.
They won't hear us screw away the day. I'll make you say:

(Alive! Alive!
Alive with love, alive with love tonight)

No, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you
Hell no no, oh no, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you
Hell no no.

Our Treblinka is alive with the glory of love!
Treblinka, alive, with the glory of love, yeah!

Should they catch us and dispatch us to those separate work camps,
I'll dream about you. I will not doubt you with the passing of time (oh yeah)
Should they kill me, your love will fill me, as warm as the bullets (yeah)
I'll know my purpose. This war was worth this. I won't let you down.
No, I won't
No, I won't
No, I won't

(Alive! Alive!
Alive with love, alive with love tonight)

No, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you
Hell no, no
No, no

I watch my yellow cat invade my red cat in the yard.
The feline war has raged for years so I assume
it’d be to hard for me to drive my foot between them.
I would never risk the scratch
just to prove to one or both of them a cat is just a cat.
Again, I watch my cousin Greg watch MTV inside his home.
He makes fun of the Hip-hop videos from the couch he rides alone.
Snug in the cushion of his cackling he forgets his looming doubts.
He has relied on this for years; you will not yank the carpet out.
Oh, no. These are my friends. This is who they have been for always.
These are my days. This is how they stay.
This is who they remain forever. This is how we stay.
I watch this dude each night, same table, who creates and crumples up.
His eyes are wide from sipping endlessly his endless coffee cup.
He feeds me quotes, that lonely goat.
I watch him grazing by himself I will not stop him when he rambles;
I’m becoming one myself.
Lou is bugged and shot up with drugs.
He sweats this bird he hardly knows.
All that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes
so like some hybrid mother/lover she’d soothe and heal his wounds and kiss
those dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon. Oh please.
I watch my neighbor’s son play with his shotgun in the street.
I think I’ll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food I eat.
It’s strange; I’m skinny when I’m standing but I’m Buddha when I sit,
and if I’m truly so enlightened why’d I waste your time on it
as I look back at all these crossroads and the middle where I stay,
right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest fucks get laid
by the faux-finest finds It’s been that way and god damn you,
how you stay, with every scummy, crummy hour of the scummy, crummy day.

Shit! Nothing makes sense, so I won’t think about it. I’ll go with the ignorance.
Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that’s me. I am full of indifference.
What do the old people teach us but how to die and what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
I have no taste. I don’t like these tiny portions or your artful abortions of sound, sealed with a kiss and slathered in the sauce sarcastic. Go choke on your irony.
The futile outweighs the beautiful so I’m eating rat poison for dinner. Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining along, so goodnight.
Love! I shall not love, yet I’ll still sing about it. I hope it covers the ocean in slime, the drama and drool. I’m leaking the blood of a fool. (I’m full of it, I’m full of it, I’m full.)

No more promises.
I have made them before and broken them.
Give me the ‘go ahead’ and I'll undress myself for you,
If you’re at all interested now
I’m growing legs
I’m the spider
I’m the spider
I crawl inside her
I’m the…hey
Oh I know your pain.
You, like I, plagued by the flies inside your brain.
Oh I’m creeping up your veins.
Are you smart enough and small enough to play this game?
I’m growing legs
I’m the spider
I’m the spider
I crawl inside her
I’m the…whoa
I better watch my back around you.
You’ve got the movies, the shoes, the do -
You’ve got me oh no, no, no
And I want you to know I want to.
You’ve got those tired eyes all the time.
Yeah, you need someone to bring you to bed.
I’m growing legs
I’m the spider
I am cold,
Too cool to call you,
Far too stoned to leave my bed.
I’ll write this song to win your kiss
But stay asleep instead.

Here I am, laid bare, at the end of my rope. I’ve lost all hope. So Long!
Molly Connolly just broke up with me over the revealing nature of the songs.
You goddamn kids had best be gracious with the merch money you spend
because for you I won’t ever have rough sex with Molly Connolly again.
Here I am, laid down, at the end of my rope, wishing I had not been born.
Now I’ve spewed too much. I can never shut it up. I thought you should be warned
And I implied black sky took the needle to my eye and sucked out all its glow,
But Molly Connolly ruined my life. I thought the world should know.
I can’t stop thinking about what she did wrong to me.
I can’t figure out just what I did wrong.
I’ll kill myself thinking about the things that you did to me.
I’ll kill myself! I’ll kill myself! I’ll kill myself!

Passing slowly though the vector
Damp with fog the bog that grows the former business sector
With my laugh, my lonely minion
Only I can save the lives that blink within this canyon
Whoaaa
We’re fast and slow, we’re fast and slow, slow, slow
Drink the colors of the night time
If you were wrong then I was right and this will be the right time
I‘ll display my disaffection (you brought me up, yea, you spit me out)
Out across the city
Loud and proud in your direction
Whoaaa
We’re fast and slow, we’re fast and slow, whoaaa, slow, slow
Whoaaa
We’re fast and slow, we’re fast and slow, whoaaa, slow, slow
When I get to your apartment I climb the rail outside the building
A band of them were in your apartment
They tied you up unwound, unwilling
I watch them cut, watch them touch, watch them do what they came to do
And in I come to lick it up
Clean the flood is left on you
Ha ha ha show me what you got

I’ve watched you all succeed wit the highest marks in greed
From my cave where you’re displayed like photographs that bleed
And I took the names to their ivory membranes
I am hate, everlasting wit each sickly spell I’m casting
And discard all feelings
The stars scar my ceiling
This time I won’t spare you
Who knew I…I won’t spare you
And my pain is mine
It’s become my friend wit time
She alike it glows watch it fester for my foes
One day I’m gonna get up rite back into the city
Wit my flamethrower now
You bet your life it won’t be pretty
I discard all my feelings
As the stars still scar my ceiling
I won’t spare you
Photograph, photograph, photograph, why’d you have to go and take a picture of a life like that
You are a human now
I give up on you
Look at you
Pretty boy, funny face, down in a pond of glue
You are in human half we give up on all those like you…
Discard all feelings
The stars scar my ceiling
I won’t spare you
(We’ll kill you. I won’t kill you)
I shall grow and grow

I want to know your plans, and how involved in them I am.
When you leave for good this fall, will I be forgiven?
And If you want roses, I'll buy a bouquet.
If that just won't cut it, what can I say?

You're what keeps me believing this world's not long dead.
Strength in my bones and the words in my head.
They pour out to paper, it's all for you
'Cause that's what you do. That's what you do.

I want to know your fears, and if you'll forget me next year
And when the jets go up and out, will our hearts stay here?
If you could forgive me (forgive me) for being so brash.
You could hit me or whip me, I'd savor each lash.

You're what keeps me believing this world's not long dead.
Strength in my bones and the words in my head.
They pour out to paper, it's all for you
Cause that's what you do

No more fighting.
It is only a waste of our time.
'Cause soon we'll be leaving,
will this strength still be mine?

I'll look out for you till I die
Till I'm gone... yeah
I'll remember you till I die (till I die)
Till I'm gone.

You're what keeps me believing this world's not long dead.
Strength in my bones and the words in my head.
They pour out to paper, it's all for you

You're what keeps me believing this world's not long dead.
Strength in my bones and the words in my head.
They pour out to paper, it's all for you
'Cause that's what you do. That's what you do

ADMIT IT! Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance that vaguely set your doctrine of beliefs, you know nothing of art or sex that you couldn't read in any trendy new york underground fashion magazine...Proto-typical non-conformist. You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store gastapo. You adhere to a set of standards and tastes that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges-BULLSHIT-giving your thumbs up and thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art. Go analog baby, you're so post-modern. You're diving face forward into an antiquated past, it's disgusting! It's offensive! go stick your nose in it! Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends, partipicating to each other, forever competing for that one moment of self agrandizing glory in which you hog the intellectual spotlight, holding dominion over the entire SHALLOW....POINTLESS...conversation. Oh we're not worthy.

When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people you chuckle to yourself, patting yourself on the back as you scoff. It's the same superority complex shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell, makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma you spend every moment of your waking life BITCHING about! Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? You're free to whine. It will not get you far. I do just fine, my car and my guitar. I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done, proud of myself and the loner I've become.

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self involved. I spend hours in front of the mirror to make my hair elegantly disheveled. I worry about how this album will sell because I believe it will determine the amount of SEX I will have in the future. I self-medicate with drugs and alcohol to help treat my extreme social anxiety problem. You are a FAKER! You are a FRAUD! You're living a LIE! You don't impress me! You don't intimidate me! ADMIT IT! Why don't you bow down, lie on the ground, then walk this fucking plank! I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done, proud of myself and the loner i've become. You're free to whine. It will not get you far. I do just fine, my car and my guitar, and I am done with this. I wanna taste the breeze of every great city, my car and my guitar. You're urgently unfulfilled, when I'm dead I'll rest.

Sweep the black super market!Sweep it up with your teeth!
Put your feather in your box (Take off! take off!)Send it off to me!
I smell oxygen, precious. Bareback on your horse, gallop off course.
Get off (Get off! Get off!)filled with fury's force.
There's a fire in the peach pit, a blaze in the snake pit.
You erased it but we saw you fake it.
There's blood on the good book, love in the bad brook.
Suck out all the nerve and make it yours!
"you brought me to my knees. Your art it brought me to my knees"
You're so perfect to please us! You make all the right noise!
Get the business clothes off (Take off! Take off!) and strip down to your voice!
We will show you your future and choke the air from your world.
You can be our once-twice-thrice-four times then goodbye girl!
There's a crack in the blank stare, back in the black raised hair. It's not fair.
I don't know who told you that but it's a lie. Believe me. I swear I shall not deceive thee.
I don't know who sold you that but it's a fake. Remind me.
My eyes see straight behind me. I've never killed nobody.
I promise you're my first; you always remember your first