The New Pornographers Album

Mass romantic fool wears Foster Grants
his books on tape ring true
like everyone wants to say "I love you" to someone on the radio (radio)
The first voice in the hollowed stars
now the one true loves
and author of "My Life Among the Kids Who Go to Shows.

This is not the way
In the streetlight dawn
this street turns on

Mass romantic fool
separated by sheets when the curtain calls you
speaking on the themes of stolen virtue
missing from the radio (radio)
Now this romantic duel is into the streets
bon appetit you've eaten me alive you realize

This is not the way
In the streetlight dawn
this beat turns on

Mass romantic fool
separated by sheets when the curtain calls you
speaking on the themes of stolen virtue
missing from the radio (radio)
Now this romantic duel is into the streets
bon appetit you've eaten me alive you realize

This is not the way
In the streetlight dawn
this beat turns on

This boy's life among the electrical lights
This boy's life among the electrical lights
This boy's life among the electrical lights

I wrote the news today in a tent outside the midway rides,
and as my money flew,
singing to their pockets,
you could only know your shame,
knowing what the good ones do.

And when you see the bruises on my legs from kicking pills yeah,
then you see how recklessly the pages are filled.
Make headlines,
believe them,
come back.

Want to be upside down,
maybe thrown from side to side.
Want to fall from the clouds,
sailing like a ship at sea.

Want to think out so loud that the fashion police break me.
I wrote the news today in a tent outside the midway rides,
and as my money flew,
singing to their pockets,
I... I filled the whole front page with the catchiest words I could find,
believe me,
come back.

Fake headlines,
believe them,
come back.

I say my,
my slow descent into alcoholism went to my head,
where I really need it,
with the views that remain untreated.

I say my, my, my,
my slow descent into alcoholism went something like this.
Salvation holdout central.
I say my ever-loosening grip on the commonest courtesies slipped,
from my hands when I really need her,
when I need change for the parking meters.

I said my, my, my,
my slow descent into alcoholism went something like this.
Salvation holdout central.

Always the true one,
calm, selective,
staking a claim among the young defectives,
far off under the nighttime, baby,
crawl into the wave.

Got to be cool now,
unprotected,
you come around every day to collect me,
far off into the nighttime, baby,
crawl into the wave.

Come on, give it to me.
Yes, those mystery hours.
Yes, those mystery hours.

But officers, the rumbling,
the sound of the collective crumbling,
around to the ground, surrender the town.

I call out the numbers,
the rumble of collected thunder today,
the wages are down.

Come on, give it to me.
Yes, those mystery hours.
Mystery hours.
Yes, those mystery hours.
Mystery hours.

But officers, the rumbling,
the sound of the collective crumbling,
around to the ground, surrender the town.

I call out the numbers,
the rumble of collected thunder today,
the wages are down.

Come on, give it to me.
Yes, those mystery hours.
Mystery hours.
Yes, those mystery hours.
Mystery hours.

Jackie you yourself said it best when you said:
There's been a break in the continuum.
The United States used to be lots of fun,
back when the man and the myth of the sands
and the cliffs composed a symphony to good works and better business.

Jackie you yourself said it best when you said:
One day we'll look upon a washed up Atlantic,
get our kicks on an ocean of antics,
and making history has never been so easy.

So visualize success,
but don't believe your eyes.
There's a world of wisdom and pain to despise,
when people get paid just to set you straight it means...

Are you gonna start the sunshine?
Who is gonna stop the sunshine?
Visualize success.
Visualize success,
but don't believe your eyes.
What's a version of the world without the will to despise it,
when people get paid just to set you straight it means: Jackie

I'm told the eventual downfall
is just a bill from the restaurant.
You told me I could order the moon, babe,
just as long as I shoot what I want.

What the last ten minutes have taught me:
bet the hand that your money's on.
Where the hell have the '70s brought me?
You trade me away long gone.

For the love of a god, you say,
not a letter from an occupant.

The time that your enemy gives you,
good times are not the ones you want.
I cried five rivers on the way here,
which one will you skate away on?

The tune you'll be humming forever,
all the words are replaced and wrong,
with a shower of yeahs and whatevers,
you trade me away long gone.

For the love of a god, you say,
not a letter from an occupant.

Where have all the sensations gone? (x4)
It's the song, the song, the song that's shaking me.

First my trusty voice cracked,
like it's not plain to see,
a sidewalk step,
defaults on my debt to the order of society.

Behold our first rate lady,
as if you hadn't guessed,
the homemade queen of every homecoming
not so gently laid to rest.

And then outside her courtyard
after entering your plea
you strike the right ingredient
and chew the scenery.

How many times must we say
this kind of inflation cannot kill us.
Our backers use versions we used to unwind with
the threads of an argument lost.

To wild homes we go.
To wild homes we return.
To wild homes we go.

People of Earth we have heard your station
Sold your song to the United Nations
all on a debt to
the heads of state, yeah,
what could you do in this situation?

Throw
The voice you know
Wouldn't say yes
the body says no
no no no

The body says no, no no no
I said man can you believe that she didn't need me?

Heavens to Betsy
come on let's see
What could be worse than the wheel of history
Rolling around all the rooms youve prayed in
What can you do in this situation.

Throw the voice you know
wouldn't say yes
the body says no
no no no
the body says no
no no no

I said man can you believe she didn't need me
anymore than I needed her too?
Man can you believe she didn't need me
anymore than I needed her too?
Man can you believe she didn't need me
anymore than I needed her too?
Than i needed her too?

Am I repeating myself to tell ya
Dreaming is whats left of psychadelia
caught in the wrath (laugh? grasp?) for an outlaw nation
what would you do in this situation?

Throw, the voice you know
wouldn't say yes, the body says no
no no no
body says no
no no no

I said man, can you believe that she didn't need me
anymore than I needed her too?
Man can you believe she didn't need me
anymore than I needed her too?
than I needed her too?
than I needed her too?
than I needed her too?

I said man, can you believe she didn't need me?
I said man, can you believe she didn't need me?
I said man, can you believe she didn't need me?

Oh blast I drank the wrong draft down
two sips from your crown,
the drops you left for me,
am I so easily appeased?
Madrigal, why didn't you come out today,
you promised to play.

Marigold, why didn't you come out today,
we promised to play fair.
You were already there.
You were ready to cast our fate to the wind,
to try your hand at everything,
what a cinch it would have been had we been there.

Those trials are held for tuning
in and smiles are stretched to be shown,
so when you claim to see for miles it's not but I believe it's true.

Yes, trials are held for tuning in,
and smiles are stretched to be worn,
so when you claim to see for miles you don't but I believe you do.

On this day that began as execution day,
and sure enough became execution day.
On this day that began as execution day,
and true to form became execution day.
On this day that began as execution day,
and sure enough became execution day.
On this day that began as execution day,
and true to form became execution day.

It's such a dream-like view from the ceiling
where every feeling is a part of he fall.
Kneeling out on the front lawn,
rise to occasions,
grass stains and all.

Exactly where we are,
at the centre for holy wars,
I hope it never comes down again.
Floating in the air,
with the stars of holy wars,
I hope it never comes down again.

Nearly but never arrested,
but oh Contessa,
asleep in the stall,
still you somehow have bested the other contestants,
grass stains and all.

Because hope grows greener than grass stains.
Hope grows greener than grass stains.

With a map of the endtimes I can follow a straight line
to the old Mary Martin Show.
Should we go?
Since we learned the guitar parts,
to the music that once started it off.

Mary Martin,
they don't come any closer than that now.
With the musical guest on,
you were singing the theme song to the old Mary Martin Show.
Did you know?
With your cameras in action,
with your network connections, it's go.

Mary Martin,
they don't come any closer than that now.
Mary Martin,
the hope of every actor in their role.

To aim far too,
far too low.
All the rain on that morning was so shiny and boring.
It was gold,
Mary Martin,
know it was gold.

With a book of guitar chords,
some alright to good words, it sold.
Mary Martin,
they don't come any closer than that now.
Mary Martin,
the hope of every punchline that you throw.

I can never place the name with the face.
Don't touch me,
don't touch me up,
to the tee,
by the numbers.

It's not much but I'm going under.
Liar,
Liar,
everything's on fire.

So I don't want to hear how you crossed the wires.
Don't touch me,
don't touch me up,
watch,
I'll take it to the river.

You'll come to,
little indian giver.
So give us the keys now,
we'll burn this hall of justice down.

Around the ankles,
or just to the ground.
Hats off to the city fathers,
they're no longer a hundred feet tall.

They're no longer,
no longer,
and we're just here,
another hundred feet stronger.
Yeah!