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Desolation Lyrics

Started by Lordofthefiles, January 28, 2019, 12:18:10 PM

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Lordofthefiles

Tindersticks - My Sister

https://youtu.be/IbSok13hbSs


Do you remember my sister?
How many mistakes did she make with those never blinking eyes?
I couldn't work it out.
I swear she could read your mind,
Your life, the depths of your soul at one glance.
Maybe she was stripping herself
Away, saying

Here I am, this is me
I am yours and everything about me, everything you see,
If only you look hard enough
I never could.

Our life was a pillow-fight.
We'd stand there on the quilt,
Our hands clenched ready.
Her with her milky teeth,
So late for her age,
And a Stanley knife in her hand.
She sliced the tires on my bike and I couldn't forgive her.

She went blind at the age of five.
We'd stand at the bedroom window and she'd
Get me to tell her what I saw.
I'd describe the houses opposite, the little
Patch of grass next to the path,
The gate with its rotten hinges forever wedged
Open that Dad was always going to fix.
She'd stand there quiet for a moment.
I thought she was trying to develop the images in her own head.
Then she'd say

I can see little twinkly stars,
Like Christmas tree lights in faraway windows.
Rings of brightly colored rocks
Floating around orange and mustard planets.
I can see huge tiger striped fishes
Chasing tiny blue and yellow dashes,
All tails and fins and bubbles.
I'd look at the gray house opposite, and close the curtains.

She burned down the house when she was ten.
I was away camping with the scouts.
The fireman said she'd been smoking in bed
The old story, I thought.
The cat and our mum died in the flames,
So Dad took us to stay with our Aunt in the country.
He went back to London to find us a new house.
We never saw him again.

On her thirteenth birthday she fell down the well in our
Aunt's garden and broke her head.
She'd been drinking heavily.
On her recovery her sight
Returned, a fluke of nature everyone said.
That's when she said she'd never blink again.
I would tell her when she started at me,
With her eyes wide and watery,
That they reminded me of the well she fell into.
She liked this, it made her laugh.

She moved in with a gym teacher when she was fifteen,
All muscles he was.
He lost his job when it all came out,
And couldn't get another one.
Not in that kind of small town.
Everybody knew everyone else's business.
My sister would hold her head high, though.
She said she was in love.
They were together for five years until one day he lost his temper.
He hit over the back of the neck with his bullworker.
She lost the use of the right side of her body.
He got three years and was out in fifteen months.
We saw him a while later,
He was coaching a non-league football team in a Cornwall seaside town.
I don't think he recognized her.
My sister had put on a lot of weight from being in a chair all the time.
She'd get me to stick pins
And stub out cigarettes in her right
Hand. She'd laugh like mad
Because it didn't hurt.
Her left hand was pretty
Good though. We'd have arm wrestling matches,
I'd have to use both arms and
She'd still beat me.

We buried her when she was 32.
Me and my Aunt, the vicar, and the man who dug the hole.
She said she didn't want to be cremated
And wanted a cheap coffin so the worms could get to her quickly.
She said she liked the idea of it,
Though I thought it was because of what happened to the cat, and our mum.

Crabwalk

Ah, one of my favourite songs of all time.

I've always thought 'My Sister' is pretty tongue-in-cheek. Every horrific twist and turn is delivered in such a deadpan manner by Staples - it's more black comedy than tragedy. I certainly never feel downbeat having heard it, although that could be down to the majesty of the arrangement and the fact that I'm dead inside.

studpuppet

Mrs Andre Previn knocks it out of the park with passive-aggressive desolation:

Would you care to stay till sunrise?
It's completely your decision
It's just that going home is such a ride
Going home is such a ride
Going home is such a ride
Going home is such a low and lonely ride

Would you hang your denim jacket
Near the poster by Picasso?
Do you sleep on the left side or the right?
Would you mind if I leave on the light?
Would you mind if it isn't too bright?

Now I need the window open
So if you happen to get chilly
There's this coverlet
My cousin hand-crocheted
Do you mind if the edges are frayed?
Would you like to unfasten my braid?

Shall I make you in the morning
A cup of home-made coffee?
I will sweeten it with honey and with cream

When you sleep
Do you have dreams?

You can read the early paper
And I can watch you while you shave
Oh God, the mirror's cracked
When you leave
Will you come back?

You don't have to answer that at all
The bathroom door is just across the hall
You'll find an extra towel on the rack
On the paisley-patterned papered wall
There's a comb on the shelf
I papered that wall myself
That wall myself...

Would you care to stay till sunrise?
It's completely your decision
It's just the night cuts through me
Like a knife, like a knife
Would you care to stay awhile
And save my life?
Would you care to stay awhile
And save my life?


I don't know what made me say that
I've got this funny sense of humour
You know I could not be downhearted
If I tried, if I tried

It's just that going home is such a ride
Going home is such a ride
Going home is such a ride
Isn't going home a low and lonely ride?

Quote from: Crabwalk on January 28, 2019, 01:01:11 PM
I've always thought 'My Sister' is pretty tongue-in-cheek. Every horrific twist and turn is delivered in such a deadpan manner by Staples - it's more black comedy than tragedy.

Me too. I think "the cat and our mum died in the flames" is a bit of a give-away.

jobotic

Yeah that Dory Previn one is a beauty alright.

I've always found Band of Gold a killer (Afghan Whigs versions too)

I wait in the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness, filled with gloom
Hoping soon
That you'll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before

Lordofthefiles

Quote from: Crabwalk on January 28, 2019, 01:01:11 PM
Ah, one of my favourite songs of all time.

I've always thought 'My Sister' is pretty tongue-in-cheek. Every horrific twist and turn is delivered in such a deadpan manner by Staples - it's more black comedy than tragedy. I certainly never feel downbeat having heard it, although that could be down to the majesty of the arrangement and the fact that I'm dead inside.

I totally agree, love the song.
If you know Staples you get it, but to see the lyrics on a page, flat, with no intonation, it seems very bleak - which I think is wonderful!

madhair60

They'd hooked you up to a fentanyl drip
To mitigate the pain a little bit
I flew in from Pennsylvania
When I heard the hour was coming fast

And I docked in Santa Barbara
Tried to brace myself
But you can't brace yourself
When the time comes you just have to roll with the blast

And I'm an eighteen wheeler headed down the interstate
And my brakes are going to give and I won't know until it's too late
Tires screaming when I lose control
Try not to hurt too many people when I roll

Find the harbor freeway and head south
Real tired, head kind of light
I found Telegraph Road, I'd only seen the name on envelopes
Found the parking lot and turned right

I felt all the details carving out space in my head
Tropicana's on the walkway, neon red
Between the pain and the pills trying to hold it at bay
Stands a traveler going somewhere far away

And I am an airplane tumbling wing over wing
Tried to listen to my instruments, they don't say anything
People screaming when the engines quit
I hope we're all in crash position when we hit

And then came to your bedside
And as it turns out, I'm not ready
And as though you were speaking through a thick haze
You said hello to me

We all stood there around you
Happy to hear you speak
The last of something bright burning, still burning
Beyond the cancer and the chemotherapy

And you were a presence full of light upon this earth
And I am a witness to your life and to its worth
It's three days later when I get the call
And there's nobody around to break my fall

Lordofthefiles

Quote from: jobotic on January 28, 2019, 01:33:25 PM
Yeah that Dory Previn one is a beauty alright.

I've always found Band of Gold a killer (Afghan Whigs versions too)

I wait in the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness, filled with gloom
Hoping soon
That you'll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before

Is the bloke in Band of Gold gay?
They kiss but stay in separate rooms on the honeymoon.

Could be a marriage of convenience to get him registered as a national of the country I suppose - but then there's no mention of him being a foreignian.

chveik

Townes Van Zandt - Marie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lk-zKjfO2E8

I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they'd let me know
I put in my time till the Pocono line
Shut down two years ago
I was staying at the mission till I met Marie
Now I can't stay there no more

Fella 'cross town said he's lookin' for a man
To move some old cars around
Maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
Van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm just dreamin', I ain't got no ride
And the junkyard's a pretty good ways
That job's about a half week old besides
It'd be gone now anyway

Unemployment said I got no more checks
And they showed me to the hall
My brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn't bad below the bridge
A little short on food that's all
Now I gotta get Marie some kind of coat
We're headed down into fall

I used to play the mouth harp pretty good
Hustled up a little dough
But I got drunk and I woke up rolled
A couple of months ago
They got my harp and they got my dollar
Them low life so and so's
Harps cost money and I ain't got it
It's my own fault I suppose

The Pocono's down but the Chesapeak's runnin'
Two freights everyday
If it was just me I'd be headed south
But Marie can't catch no train
She's got some pain and she thinks it's a baby,
Says we gotta wait and see
In my heart I know it's a little boy
Hope he don't end up like me

Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line again
I want to kill him but I just say no
I had enough of that line my friend
I head back to the bridge, its getting kinda cold
I'm feelin' too low down to lie
I guess I'll just tell Marie the truth
Hope she don't break down and cry

Marie she didn't wake up this morning
She didn't even try
She just rolled over and went to heaven
My little boy safe inside
I laid them in the sun where somebody'd find them
Caught a Chesapeak on the fly
Marie will know I'm headed south
So's to meet me by and by

Marie will know I'm headed south
So to meet me by and by

batwings

Always found Blasphemous Rumours by Depeche Mode to include some hilariously po-faced desolation

Girl of sixteen
Whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life
Didn't succeed
Thank the Lord
For small mercies

Fighting back the tears
Mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It's always the same
She goes down on her knees
And prays

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

Girl of eighteen
Fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up
On a life support machine


Summer's day
As she passed away
Birds were singing
In the summer's sky
Then came the rain
And once again
A tear fell
From her mother's eye

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing
(repeat)

Cuntbeaks

Frankie Teardrop - Suicide

Frankie teardrop
Twenty year old Frankie
He's married he's got a kid
And he's working in a factory
He's working from seven to five
He's just trying to survive
Well lets hear it for Frankie
Frankie Frankie

Well Frankie can't make it
'Cause things are just too hard
Frankie can't make enough money
Frankie can't buy enough food
And Frankie's getting evicted
Oh let's hear it for Frankie
Oh Frankie Frankie
Oh Frankie Frankie

Frankie is so desperate
He's gonna kill his wife and kids
Frankie's gonna kill his kid
Frankie picked up a gun
Pointed at the six month old in the crib
Oh Frankie

Frankie looked at his wife
Shot her
"Oh what have I done?"
Let's hear it for Frankie
Frankie teardrop

Frankie put the gun to his head
Frankie's dead

Frankie's lying in hell

We're all Frankies
We're all lying in hell

grassbath

'Names' by Cat Power takes the desolation traybake. I can hardly listen to the fucker.

Best (?) experienced with the music, admittedly, but here you go:

His name was Perry
He had a learning difficulty
His father was a very mean man
His father burned his skin
His father send him to his death
He was ten years old
He was ten years old
He was ten years old

Her name was Naomi
Beautiful round face, so ashamed
Told me how to please a man
After school in the back of a bus
She was doing it every day
She was eleven years old
She was eleven years old
She was eleven years old

Her name was Sheryl
Black hair, like an electric space
She would pretty paint my face
She was a very good friend
Her father would come to her in the night
She was twelve years old
She was twelve years old
She was twelve years old

His name was Donovan
He was a very good friend
The cards were stacked against him
He was selling cocaine
The last time I saw him
He was thirteen years old
He was thirteen years old
He was thirteen years old

His name was Charles
He said he was in love with me
We were both fourteen
Then I had to move away
Then he begin to smoke crack
Then he had to sell ass

I don't know where he is
I don't know where they are


Shoulders?-Stomach!

Yahoo! This is your celebration
Yahoo! This is your celebration
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you
Come on now
Celebration
Let's all celebrate and have a good time
Celebration
We gonna celebrate and have a good time
It's time to come together
It's up to you, what's your pleasure
Everyone around the world
Come on!
Yahoo! It's a celebration
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration
Celebrate good times, come on!
Let's celebrate
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right, baby
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
Yahoo!
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Come on and celebrate, tonight
(Celebrate good times, come on!)
'Cause everything's gonna be all right
Let's celebrate (Celebrate good times, come on)
(Let's celebrate)
(Celebrate good times, come on!)
Celebration

Sebastian Cobb

The words that you used to think turned me on just made me laugh -
"do you want to suck my cunt?" in real life just sounds naff
And when we were with your friends I just as may as well of been no one
And you can't get over your dead dog - well it takes one to know one

Phil_A

Leonard Cohen, "Dress Rehearsal Rag". Laughing Len plunges his machete of misery deep into your very soul.

Four o'clock in the afternoon
And I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,
Where is your famous golden touch?"
I thought you knew where
All of the elephants lie down,
I thought you were the crown prince
Of all the wheels in Ivory Town.
Just take a look at your body now,
There's nothing much to save
And a bitter voice in the mirror cries,
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."
Now if you can manage to get
Your trembling fingers to behave,
Why don't you try unwrapping
A stainless steel razor blade?
That's right, it's come to this,
Yes it's come to this,
And wasn't it a long way down,
Wasn't it a strange way down?
There's no hot water
And the cold is running thin.
Well, what do you expect from
The kind of places you've been living in?
Don't drink from that cup,
It's all caked and cracked along the rim.
That's not the electric light, my friend,
That is your vision growing dim.
Cover up your face with soap, there,
Now you're Santa Claus.
And you've got a gift for anyone
Who will give you his applause.
I thought you were a racing man,
Ah, but you couldn't take the pace.
That's a funeral in the mirror
And it's stopping at your face.
That's right, it's come to this,
Yes it's come to this,
And wasn't it a long way down,
Ah wasn't it a strange way down?
Once there was a path
And a girl with chestnut hair,
And you passed the summers
Picking all of the berries that grew there
There were times she was a woman,
Oh, there were times she was just a child,
And you held her in the shadows
Where the raspberries grow wild.
And you climbed the twilight mountains
And you sang about the view,
And everywhere that you wandered
Love seemed to go along with you.
That's a hard one to remember,
Yes it makes you clench your fist.
And then the veins stand out like highways,
All along your wrist.
And yes it's come to this,
It's come to this,
And wasn't it a long way down,
Wasn't it a strange way down?
You can still find a job,
Go out and talk to a friend.
On the back of every magazine
There are those coupons you can send.
Why don't you join the Rosicrucians,
They can give you back your hope,
You can find your love with diagrams
On a plain brown envelope.
But you've used up all your coupons
Except the one that seems
To be written on your wrist
Along with several thousand dreams.
Now Santa Claus comes forward,
That's a razor in his mit
And he puts on his dark glasses
And he shows you where to hit
And then the cameras pan,
The stand in stunt man,
Dress rehearsal rag,
It's just the dress rehearsal rag,
You know this dress rehearsal rag,
It's just a dress rehearsal rag.

Lordofthefiles

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away,
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it,
But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday,
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.

Captain Crunch

The Lady in Red hides under the bed
From a husband who quotes Chubby Brown
It's cold and it's wet and the knell of regret
Is pealing throughout every town
Is pealing throughout every town


Sebastian Cobb

Quote
You pick up this working girl,
who's hooked on smack,
who hustles and scores.
"That's all I do," she says.

She says, "ten bucks for head, fifteen for half and half."
She says, "three hits a day at thirty-five per."
You say, "that's seven tricks a day at least."
"But," she says, "sometimes I get lucky."
"Once this guy gives me a bill and a half just to eat me.
Only time I ever came."

You figure you can save her.

You sell your color TV.
That keeps her off the streets a whole day.
You hock your typewriter for one jolt.
Then your shotgun, your watch.

A week later, you say, "listen, I'm a little short."
But she says, "no scratch, no snatch."
You say, "look, it is better to give."
"But," she says, "beat off, creep."

One night they spot you on the street in your skivvies,
trying to sell your shoes.
You tell them who you are,
but they nail you.

Then she happens by,
and she says, "Christ, you look fucked."
She says, "hang tough."

But you don't say anything.
You just think, what a bum rap for a nice, sensitive guy like me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WnLmF_ZF_4

Quote from: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 28, 2019, 09:45:45 PM
Yahoo! This is your celebration
Yahoo! This is your celebration
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you
Come on now
Celebration
Let's all celebrate and have a good time
Celebration
We gonna celebrate and have a good time
It's time to come together
It's up to you, what's your pleasure
Everyone around the world
Come on!
Yahoo! It's a celebration
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration
Celebrate good times, come on!
Let's celebrate
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right, baby
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
Yahoo!
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Come on and celebrate, tonight
(Celebrate good times, come on!)
'Cause everything's gonna be all right
Let's celebrate (Celebrate good times, come on)
(Let's celebrate)
(Celebrate good times, come on!)
Celebration

I was crying at madhair's post and then this hit me.

The funniest thing I've read in weeks.

I'm still laughing.

Thanks.

eifion

Quote from: madhair60 on January 28, 2019, 01:58:33 PM
They'd hooked you up to a fentanyl drip
To mitigate the pain a little bit
I flew in from Pennsylvania
When I heard the hour was coming fast...

Also the track after on that album about near-extinct animals: "Look at my stripes, there'll be no more after me."

McChesney Duntz

I don't know what it says about me, but I always found "Dress Rehearsal Rag" hilarious. Also, Judy Collins covered it - may even have predated Leonard's studio version - which I still have a hard time imagining. And I've heard her version.

Here's "Susan" from the Subhumans:

Susan finished school at 16
Wants to be a secretary
2 years later she's got nowhere
Ends up in a factory
Making matches it's so boring
She gets sad and so depressed
Hears her doctor smugly tell her
"Take these pills and get some rest"
But she takes it one step further
Parents rescue her in time
Smile and tell her "When you're married
Everything will be just fine"
She recovers and gets married further shuts the closing door
Though he says "I really love you"
She feels worse off than before
9 months later she's a mother
It's a bouncing baby boy
"Oh how super!" say her parents But for her there is no joy
Words like mummy don't mean nothing
It's all she hears from 9 to 5
All alone at number 19
Every single day she dies
19 years of hollow cliche
Now she wants to end it all
Bored to death from doing nothing
Family drives her up the wall
Swinging Susan hanged herself
She couldn't live her pointless life
He comes home to see through tears
The rigid corpse that was his wife
The life and times of Susan Strange
Ended in that tragic way
With the money from insurance
The family went on holiday
Nothing left but rotting flowers
On an unattended grave
The epitaph has faded badly
No one reads it anyway

Sebastian Cobb

I came into the city
From the deep South
When the Mill shut down
I married a man who treated me
Like he bought me by the pound
Packed my bags and left
With just twenty dollars in my purse
Took a lot of jobs
Went from bad to worse
Now my money's gone
I'm lying here on this lumpy bed
Now I don't know if I'm better off
Alive or dead
Hotel room
West side, East side
Men knocking at my door
And I don't care anymore
Then I met a guy smooth as silk
In a midtown bar
He told me with my good looks
I'd go very far
I didn't know what he meant
I thought he was heaven sent
'Till I found out his sweet talking
Added up to street walking
That was part that finally broke my heart
I'm lying here on this lumpy bed
I don't know if I'm better off
Alive or dead
Hotel room
West side, East side
Men knocking at my door
And I don't care anymore
Don't care anymore
Money's all gone
Don't care anymore
Men knocking at my door

I Don't Care Anymore https://g.co/kgs/SqEHvt

chveik

Your mother's dead
You're on your own
She's in her bed
Everybody goes
Leaving those who fall behind
Everybody goes
As far as they can
They don't just care
You're a wasted face
You're a sad-eyed lie
You're a holocaust.

jobotic

Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden
Last vision the lark is flame
The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen
The gentle eye, the dispensable perfection
Before the flash takes two weeks food
Pile the sacks of earth and hide
All of us here know it, we grew it
Fighting amongst ourselves, leaving bits of flesh on barbed wire
A little blood on the floor
Locks and bars across the door
Well versed in violation
Our children beat each other in the garden
Our failure to accept the earth, we talk of love but push it to the edge
Push it to the edge
This is no natural aggression composing death
I am afraid for beauty when I see the fist
The perfect hand that turns against itself
The perfect hand that holds a gun or wields a butcher's blade
Or leads to death
Leads to death the used-up bull or incarcerates the hopeless fool
Or takes the forest with a single flame
Leaves the next an empty shell
Human kind condemns the hunting beast
Yet their own choice leaves behind such ragged meat
The military dream of blood
Their sweet wine flowing in the veins of men
Who work towards our bloody end
They fly Enola gaily, give birth to this waiting...waiting
Give us the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire
Three last days on the earth, I lay down to die in the grass

Phil_A

The dark outside the world
I think it looks like rain
Don't it look like rain
Don't it look like rain

I wait for nothing now to change
I don't think nothing now is gonna change

The wolf outside my door don't need
Anymore of my blood
Of my blood
She don't wait for nothing
Nothing anymore
She's watching for nothing anymore

Moon above my light
Starts fading out
Starts fading out
Starts fading out

I live for nothing anymore
I live for nothing anymore
I live for nothing

Bennett Brauer

Quote from: batwings on January 28, 2019, 03:51:59 PM
Always found Blasphemous Rumours by Depeche Mode to include some hilariously po-faced desolation

You can laugh, but I quit my theology degree when I heard it.

QuoteThen came the rain
And once again
A tear fell
From her mother's eye
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Her glass one being dry

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If you read the lyrics of The Mountain Goats' "No Children" they're pretty bleak, but performed live it's a celebration and always a highlight.

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I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us

I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again in my life

I hope I lie, and tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong