lyrics to lime green girl:

caroline

ice cream kind complexion
a truck-mouth, shoulders square
a spinning-cool confection
lava flowing hair–caroline

Brunswicks touched with orange
that bat big behind glass
boys sigh nights to find now
she's way out of their class–caroline

she's oh-so-well-adjusted
and she don't have to fish
they say they can be trusted
she just says "you wish!"–that's caroline

she likes that Daydream Nation
The Beatles and The Stones
she's the kind of lime green girl
who likes to sleep at home

she's not impressed by money,
connections, clothes or cars
and if you're not that clever, baby,
you won't get very far with caroline


bring me the shears!

there was this witch who had a garden
this wife, she said: "I must have salad!"
her man he climbed over the wall
the witch she came: "Okay, let's trade"

bring me the shears!
bring me the shears!

one day they had a golden girl
the witch she came and took her away
the prince he climbed up the tower
that hag found out: "Oh, wicked child!"

bring me the shears!
bring me the shears!


seven roller coasters

laugh at me crash happy
know how to break in two
hoping to God wish solid kiss
when I open all my packages
putting salt into a wound
just to see how bad it feels
you're trying to drink him underground
but I keep on seeing you around
never wants me till I'm gone
isn't that an awful shame?

shine simple, hide your trembles
get out of this bed's too crowded

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I'll never know you–
why can't I be you?
I'll never be you


I remember swimming

I remember swimming with you
you were diving so far into
a red mouth triangled white
I remember swimming with you


all the stars are jewel-bright

"all the stars are jewel-bright
open late for business stuff tonight
all you do is pick one out
close your eyes and exile all your doubt"

whenever I hear you talk that way
I never really understand
whether I wanted to or no
I never really listen well

the greatest far gone dreamer you could ever hope to find
has to have some skepticism somewhere in his mind
that's real

"all your skies are grenadine
I can't take too much of them it seems to be
all of mine are apricot
pretty–sure–until they start to rot"

whenever you hear me talk that way
you never really understand
whether you wanted to or no
you never really listen well
the greatest far gone cynic you could ever hope to find
has to have some optimism somewhere in his mind that's real


cellophane

you're like cellophane–thin and so opaque
you are Irish Cream–thick and super sweet
they said that God is Love–what a Devil too
have you had enough–have you seen it through?

thank you I'm all right–oh yeah I'm okay
really I feel fine–very well, I'm sure
signal breaking up, now I can't hear you
tell me all the stuff you thought I never knew

I'm the coffee cup that you can't fill up
I'm like cigarettes–oh so hard to quit
said that Love is Hell–what a Heaven too
hoping against hope but don't know what to do


purple milk and your pink sky

lately you're a memory
I put you out of all my misery
and spread those yellowed photographs
of times I wish we never really had

will lust never know--and will you go?
will lust never know--and will you go?

purple milk and your pink sky
never ever ever felt so high
feelings going so serene
candy apple red and blue and green

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purple milk and your pink sky


summerland

just when you thought you would never find
a tranquil mind tranquilized
returning here has helped you
realize realize realize

the people here have parasols for minds
they don't mind, they don't mind
perfect milk-and-apple lives all right
all right all right

you drowned
in this bright town
for fourteen years
all those years
all those years
and coming back at last
to summerland
you don't mind
you don't mind

lyrics to the king of good intentions CD:

uncheerupable

you seem like you are uncheerupable
you seem so really down
perpetually wan
like you've been there before

you seem like you are inconsolable
& nothing that you hear
will put you in good cheer
not anymore

you think like you are inapproachable
& nothing's getting through
no smattering of truth
not anymore


parachutes

after all the words have flown away from you
parachutes won't bring you down
half as well as she
miles away from here
miles away from here

she'll put you down just like a cup
of coffee six days old
rubbery or razory–either way you're screwed
miles away from here
miles away from here

after all the hurts have puckered up like skin
on an ancient, dying guy
still you want to be
miles away from here
miles away from here


drag

hey did I mention something that's near–
sexual tension in the air?
you are the sort of girl that they make
B-movies out of these days
& everyone thinks you're really just a drag

all your opinions are secondhand
you'll do whatever your man
psychosomatic, it's really plain
you've got that headache again
& everyone thinks you're really just a drag


quasi stellar radio source

quasi stellar radio source betrays you everywhere you go
redshift light resembles stars–here & there &
everywhere you are
spaceman DJ is your program guide
interplanetary scary ride
quasi stellar radio source reveals you everywhere you go

up & down & up & down again
back & forth & back & forth &
now there's nothing I can say
& you're not receiving anyway

quasi stellar radio source betrays you everywhere you go


evangeline

evangeline, there's whole days
that I don't leave
or even look outside
I don't like the things I've seen
I'd much prefer to hide, evangeline

how much do you know?
& do you even care?
how far have you seen, evangeline?


obligatory blues

I kinda remember how she said:
"Things'll get better when you're dead!"
I kinda remember how she sighed
& I went Italian ice inside
to think she thought I never really tried
I suppose she'll go upstairs
with anyone who mumbles that he cares

I kinda remember how she laughed
at the things I thought were crass
I kinda remember that she had
a notorious attention span
short as any kid on Ritalin
I suppose she'll come downstairs
with flowers semen spittle in her hair

these obligatory blues
obligatory you
too much to mention


the wrong people

there's volumes of things on the shelves to distract you from
the fact that no answers not even good questions come when every
convenience pleasure & cure for ills gizmos & gadgets providing
American thrills those thrills are empty as hell & I guess I'm out
of my mind as well maybe maybe maybe you just haven't met baby
baby baby the wrong people yet it's the typical shuffle I just wanna
know you are doing all right & happy with your new car underemployed
but overly savvy I wouldn't know love if it fucked me in the eye the eye
is empty as hell but I guess you're out of your mind as well


your mary janes

you are the girl
of my only-dreams
but I can't sleep now
sleep these days it seems
now everything is milky-blue & green
& angry as the very angry sea

now I'm in your mary janes
now that you have gone & changed
out of your once-favorite shoes
& I'm trundling the blues

appreciate what you have got before it is too late
appreciate what you have got before it is too late

I tell ya you are the dream
of my only-girl
but I can't sleep now
sleep for all the world
now everything is milky-blue & green
& angry as that very angry sea


pretty

princess, don't go back to sleep
stay up–I wanna talk some more
you're the only one who understands me
the only one who really knows me
& you're so fucking pretty

hey there, I realize you're tired
& need to have a few more dreams
I'm the only one who understands you
the only one who really loves you
& you're so fucking pretty


hey hey hey

was it just my own imagination
or did you whisper something in my ear?
I was only playing concentration
so won't you please come hither over here?
cause it's easy

it doesn't take much skill or contemplation
in fact it's somehow best if you're a fool
you don't need examples or quotations
to make something so real & beautiful
cause it's easy that way
hey hey hey hey hey hey

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