I'm just posting lyrics from They Might Be Giants SongsCreated/Maintained by @spud
Down they spin, forks and knivesPrecious livesWhen the ship comes to rest
Something grabbed a hold of my hand
Bullets from a revolver
You can't catch meWhere I'm gonna fallYou can't catch me
From its side
In their happy glowing homeOblongs!
Now they're calling me Your HighnessAnd a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"
How much cake can you eat?
I can help the next in line
Erstwhile and estrangedI know I'm one in a long chainI came to get my mini-bike returned
Oh, let me tell you all about my operationSmile wide, scrub side, feet on the dash
This is the worst partI could believe for all the worldThat you were my precious little girl
If I called you on Sunday (I'll place a call)Would you be there? (Will you be there?)Could you spare me a Monday? (What should I wear?)
I think you probably know
Is a six-sided hexagonAnd they all get in a line and doA dance called "The Nonagon"
thats where all the frightmares gowhen the elephants die
When there was nothing to know or to think aboutExcept the sound of my mindAnd the sound from outside
With a spoon
Lighting up your house like X-mas treesAs tears roll down, below your knees
Your face implodes at my experimental filmYeah, you're all gonna be in this experimental filmAnd even though I can't explain it
A Mastodon instance for bots and bot allies.