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Verse 1:
I got rid of my jackets and coats
I threw out all of my pants
I got sick of my stinkin' clothes
I had to get rid of them
Climb:
I'm knot yet considering replacing them
I'm only glad to be rid of them
Chorus:
Rest awhile
Rest awhile
Verse 2:
I lay out in the sun too long
And burned off all of my skin
I felt so dizzy I got into the car
And got into an accident
Climb:
Out of the burning wreckage I fell
Wanting only to lay where I fell
Chorus:
Rest awhile
Rest awhile
Rest awhile!
Verse 3:
I became friendly with Ruy Lopez
The author of works on chess
Ruy said you're incorrect
He cut me off and acted mad
Climb:
He won't even talk to me now
But I don't care 'cause I'm sick of that guy
Chorus:
And I need to rest a while
Rest a while
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Erstwhile and estranged
I know I'm one in a long chain
I came to get my mini-bike returned
Same old bad times
I know they're one in a long line
I came to get my mini-bike returned
And I know there's truth in your words
Buried inside of your words
Yeah I've learned a thing or two
From hard times spent with you
And I know there's truth in your words
Buried inside of your words
Yeah I've learned a thing or two
From hard times spent with you
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You're only happy when you're sad
You're top fueled and you're bad
Parachute in your back pack and
Your knees under your chin
And your boyfriend's getting mad
At all the time you waste
Trying to put your finger on it
The allure of St. Marks place
On the drag, on the drag
You're all waiting 'round for something
And it's never coming back
On the drag, on the drag
It's a genuine disaster
And it's come to make you king
On the drag
"I won't die until I'm dead,"
Are the first words that he said
Don't try to interrupt him,
'Cause he's never gonna stop
And the time is standing still
With all this time to kill
And I'm trying to walk away
From 1st Avenue to A
On the drag, on the drag
It's a genuine disaster
And we've crowned him with his crown
On the drag, on the drag
We're all waiting 'round for something
And it's never coming back
On the drag, on the drag
We're all waiting 'round for something
And it's never coming back
On the drag, on the drag
We're all waiting for disaster
And we crowned him with his crown
On the drag
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Once upon a time, they sent a rocket to the moon
With scientific instruments to test conditions there
But just before they closed the door
One scientist expelled a germ
That accidentally found its way aboard and stowed away
For three years it remained undetected on the moon
It was the only living creature there
"I'm all alone
I'm all alone
Behold the mystery that is me"
Then one day the scientists recovered all their gear
Excited by the prospect of unearthly things inside
They found, to their astonishment, a living thing within
It seemed to bear good tidings from somewhere in outer space
"You're not alone
You're not alone
Behold the mystery that is me"
Soon they figured out the heinous error they had made
And now the earthly germ had something else it seemed to say...
"We're all alone
We're all alone
Behold the mystery
Behold the mystery"
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Down down down
Down down down
Down down down
Down to the bottom of the sea
Me and my baby
We got a secret plan
Me and my baby
And I'm a sailor man
Down down down
Down down down
Down down down
Down to the bottom of the sea
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Screw kid, I got nothin' to say
Quit buggin' me, go away
High time you realize
I didn't come here to socialize
I'm sick
Sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice
I like staring at two glass eyes
Keep 'em stuffed museum-style
Got alarms set all around
In case they move around
I'm sick
Sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice
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Words are like
The middle class
A drinking glass
A mask
Words are like
A Spanish town
A wedding gown
A crown
Words are like
A happy dream
A racing team
A wooden beam
A seam
Words are like
A rusty nail
A minor scale
A snail
Words are like
A postcard stamp
A highway ramp
A cramp
Words are like
Kaleidoscopes
The taste of soap
A billy goat
A coat
Words are like
A teenage star
A prison guard
A faded scar
A car
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I'm a human head
And my best friend is also a head
I don't really need my best friend
Now my friend is gone
And I'm only a head by myself
I find I don't need my whole head
Now I'm just the top of a head
Just the scalp and the hair
I don't like the scalp just the hair
What do I really need?
Best friend also a head
Just the head
Just a scalp
Hair
Friend
No
Head
No
Scalp
No
Hair
I am only one human hair
With no scalp for a home
All I need's the top of a head
Now all I am is just a scalp
I don't have any head
I'd be glad if I had a head
Now I have a head
Look at me
I'm a fine floating head
Where is my friend the other head?
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Oranges
Oranges
Oranges and graphic design
The Chopping Block spends their time
Growing oranges
Oranges
Then working on graphic design
The Chopping Block works all the time
They work the day shift
They work the night shift
They work the graveyard shift
Oranges
Oranges
Oranges and graphic design
The Chopping Block spends their time
Growing oranges
Picking oranges
Then working on graphic design
The Chopping Block works all the time
All the time
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Julie at the station says They'll be here any minute now
But she's running out of records and her show is ending anyhow.
They can hear her saying Their name on the car radio
But the signal keeps fading out no matter which way They go.
I heard They Might Be somewhere in this town
They Might Be Giants got lost driving around
John said to John, I think we make a left at the light
There should be a big crinkle, assuming this map is right
John looked over and said, Hey, no its not
It's a crumpled up wrapper from the fast food that we got
I heard They Might Be somewhere in this town
They Might Be Giants got lost driving around
Dan said to Hal, "I see somebody walking this way"
So They rolled down the window and said, "Hello. Hey excuse me, hey"
"Could you tell us where we are and the best way out of here"
They could tell from his expression he had absolutely no idea
I heard They Might Be somewhere near this town
They Might Be Giants got lost driving around
Driving around
Driving around
They're still driving around
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Each night I lie awake
Completely alone
A voice is calling, and I tremble
For it's not my own
My own
I can't ignore it
Although I try
The intrusive whisper fascinates me
Here's why
Here's why
The secrets gather 'round as the voice recites
The secret history of my immortal soul
Indestructable
Indefensible
Reprehensible
10,000 years of unerasable acts
And permanent facts
The record of my
Unspeakable crimes
In previous lives
In previous times
Indelibly stains
The pages of history
Indestructible
Indefensable
Reprehensible
Night after night a voice recites my misdeeds
And puts me to sleep
But tells me that I
Won't remember a thing
When morning comes at last
I rub my eyes
Remember nothing and thinking
Only of my plans
My plans
The world is spinning 'round and I'm on the top
And nothing in the world can ever make me stop
Indestructible
Indefensible
Reprehensible
10,000 years of unerasable acts
And permanent facts
And only I know
Who's responsible
Indefensible
Reprehensible
Me
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Moths beat on the windowpane
Telling me I'm not the same
Sounds of nothing, sounds of fear
Speak to me when no one's near
I'm on Rat Patrol
I'm on Rat Patrol
Well, those disappear inside
Floorboards creak and footsteps heard
Headlights turn into the drive
Then disappear into the night
I'm on Rat Patrol
I'm on Rat Patrol
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The army's tired now
Tired of swinging its giant arms
The army's tired now
Tired of waiting on the couch
And it's so sad
All its defenders have moved along
And it's so sad
The army's good times have all gone
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The few surviving samurai survey the battle field
Count the arms, the legs and heads, and then divide by five
Drenched in blood, they move across the screen
Do I need to point or do you see the one I mean?
The one in back,
the way he acts,
is he reminding you of anyone we know?
Isn't he so like certain people I could name?
Halfway through the 30 minutes
Halfway 'round the world
Here's the story of the genocidal overlord
In her palace with her epaulettes
Watch her little gestures as she lights her cigarette
Look at her you
must see it too
is she reminding you of anyone we know?
Isn't she so like certain people I could name?
Disembodied and detached a voice describes the scene
As a lizard stalks a helpless creature on TV
Music underscores the tragedy
Eyes with no expression watch the unsuspecting prey
Who is it like?
Doesn't it strike you as the very image of someone we know?
Isn't it so like certain people, how could anybody
miss the obvious
and the uncanny and the clear resemblance?
Isn't it just like certain people I could name?
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Dollar for dollar
Invest in the past
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The token back to Brooklyn fell between the grating
And we're just watching it sinking
The fare went up to one hundred dollars
And we can never go home again
The bill collector's drinking lighter fluid
And says he'll tell our parents
Our feet start running at a furious pace
But we can't get away
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Mr. John Flansburgh: "This, uh, song. This song is called other show. Other kind
of show. It's called 'Disappointing Show.'"
Disappointing show
I saw it
Disappointing show
Man those guys blow
Disappointing show
Get your shit together
Disappointing show
Man those guys blow
JF: "On the drums, Mr. Joseph Stalin on the drums, ladies and gentlemen, man.
Some other guy on the bass. Check him out. Whoa! Slow down, slow down. Oh, on
the guitar, yeah, that's... play it, son. Yeah."
Disappointing show yeah
Man, those guys blow
I tried to sing along
Then it all went wrong
Disappointing show
Then the next song came on
That's when it all went wrong
And the PA fell on the crowd
Then the cops came
And took us away
For an extended period of questioning about the PA
What went wrong?
Should've rehearsed more
And talked about the song sequence
Disappointing show
JF: "Ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!"
Mr. John Linnell: "Ladies and gentlemen...."
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Mr. John Flansburgh: "Hey, this is John of They Might Be Giants. You might know
me better as one of the guys from They Might Be Giants. You know, chemistry is
like a relationship and that's why when you're looking for web design, go to the
best: The Chopping Block. You might not know it, but over 50% of web designers
are sleepy and cranky. The Chopping Block, through farm living and an active
internship recruiting policy have over 10 million employees ready to serve your
corporate whatever they call it. Orange powered and web-fueled, The Chopping
Block... e-solutions to e-verybody."
Oranges
Oranges
Oranges and graphic design
The Chopping Block spends their time
Growing oranges, picking oranges
Then working on graphic design
The Chopping Block works all the time
All the time
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