Currents Convulsive

(So long!)

Congratulations, break a leg tonight
What a shame I heard the understudy died under the knife
Crying backwards under bedroom lights
(The operation)

I don't think you'll ever want to love me
You'd better listen to your doctor, doctor
Sober up and bury the empty cup
In a backyard of Seattle we used to lie

When I sew you up, don't let me...
Stop bleeding
Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin
Won't let me go (Oh no, oh no)
And they're ruining the mood

So I'll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle

And I don't think you'll ever want to love me
You'd better listen to your doctor
Doctors lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
If the dollar is right
Oh, my sweet little girl
Hold your mouth and you'll be all right

(Gather round, gather round!)
Ladies and gentlemen
Come from far come from wide
The moment you've all been waiting for
Tonight, join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death
And the miracle of resurrection!

Please understand me when I'd rather see you dead
Than live without me, so thirsty for more

Beyond the sea blue light
I met the love of my life
She'd rather see me dead than face me
I like your starry eyes
They yell, "Surprise, surprise!"
I'm in love, but not for long

(Our operation)
Call off the operation
(Our operation)
Call off, off, off...

Another wave has turned its back on me
Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see
(If your delicate eyes don't blink someday)
Can't count on anything
(They might as well be gone)
For you I'd count the salt under the sea

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She was made to blow you away She don't care what any man say You can watch her strut But keep your mouth shut Or it's ruination day She's long, long gone She's long gone like Moses

We Can Fly

Along the edge of this airfield The old prop-shaft airliners stand Altimeters reading zero Formless memories lingering Nights are cold on this airfield I sit alone watching radar Locked on the wavelength, God in the field Falling

Drella

You're busy drawing hearts You run your fingers down the glass An open mirror Now you're sleeping in the front seat Like a crushed leaf on the concrete night Murder ring What are you talking about? Murder