Cabiria wrote:Brocktune wrote:ever listen to they might be giants?
Ever listen to...?? Ha! If you only knew!Quite possibly my favorite band. Good call, sir!
Now it's over, I'm dead, and I haven't
Done anything that I want
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do
between linnell, and andrew bird, the world could never want for two better lyricists.
you know, in honor of mr. linnell, i think i will post the lyrics to 2 of his finest songs (imo). i cant tell you how many times i have been floored by his genius. here we go.
"it's not my birthday"
- john linnell (TMBG)
Well, the rain falls down without my help, I'm afraid
And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent
When this gray world crumbles like a cake
I'll be hangin' from the hope
That I'll never see that recipe again
As I walk, I think about a new way to walk
As I think, I'm using up the time left to think
And this train keeps rolling off the track
Tryin' to act like something else
Tryin' to go where it's been uninvited
It's not my birthday
It's not today
It's not my birthday so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down "Never more will be around"
Though I wish we were there
I was less than we could bear
And I'm not the only dust my mother raised
So I'm rattlin' the bars around this drink tank
Discreetly I should pour through the keyhole
Or evaporate completely
But there'd be no percentage and there'd be no proof
And the sound upon the roof is only water
And the rain falls down without my help, I'm afraid
And my lawn gets wet, though I've withheld my consent
When this gray world crumbles like a cake
I'll be hangin' from the hope
That I'll never see that recipe again
It's not my birthday
It's not today
It's not my birthday so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down "Never more will be around"
Though I wish we were there
I was less than we could bear
And I'm not the only dust my mother raised
I am not the only dust my mother raised
I am not the only dust my mother raised
"They'll Need a Crane"
- John Linnell (TMBG)
Love sees love's happiness
But happiness can't see that love is sad
That love is sad
Sadness is hanging there
To show love somewhere something needs a change
They need a change
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To take the house he built for her apart
To make it break
It's gonna take
A metal ball hung from a chain
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To pick the broken ruins up again
To mend her heart
To help him start
To see a world apart from pain
Lad's gal is all he has
Gal's gladness hangs upon the love of lad
The love of lad
Some things gal says to lad
Aren't meant as bad but cause a little pain
They cause him pain
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To take the house he built for her apart
To make it break
It's gonna take
A metal ball hung from a chain
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To pick the broken ruins up again
To mend her heart
To help him start
To see a world apart from pain
Don't call me at work again
No, no, the boss still hates me
I'm just tired and I don't love you anymore
And there's a restaurant we should check out
Where the other nightmare people like to go
I mean nice people -- baby wait, I didn't mean to say nightmare
Lad looks at other gals
Gal thinks Jim Beam is handsomer than lad
He isn't bad
Call off the wedding band
Nobody wants to hear that one again
Play that again
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To take the house he built for her apart
To make it break
It's gonna take
A metal ball hung from a chain
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To pick the broken ruins up again
To mend her heart
To help him start
To see a world apart from pain
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane