Song Description

I respond poorly to songs of broken glass. I see fish where there probably aren't any fish. Egg yolk runs over the side of my plate; I dislike it. Finland exists, and it oughtn't. Finger, fingers everywhere. The chalkboard marked with little skulls. The chattering mouths close in, the darkness tastes like stoats. Lamp ought to be on the left. The lamp on the right enrages. The Sun moves too quick for me to stop it, the moon lingers like pain. I can't stomach beets, but I can talk to volcanoes. For this, I'm in the Bad Girl Box. The furniture in here is made of butter, the windows look out on unclean minds. Touch the taps: electric shock. Taste the smoke; your heart breaks. Tiny hairs on the door, make you nauseous to the touch.

Lyrics

When you were young you asked me
Have I anything to fear
I said: when the sun is shining
There's always darkness near
Cuz there's no sunshine without the shadow

Join the spavined and the lovelorn
Who haunt the harbor shore
Goodbye Primeval Cleveland
You won't see it any more

Drunk in the booth at Wally's
You tremble and you sigh
Remembering the happiness you had.
WHOAAAAA!
When yearning's all that's left of you
It's difficult to die
And the Ford man on the radio
Am
Rehashes that old lie
That there's no sunshine without the shadow

Your staircase made of colored smoke
Your briefcase full of foam
One lens in your spectacles
On one leg hobbling home
A blonde hair on your jacket
Sapphires in the mud
A microwave sets singing
Trilling wires in your blood


Stretchy Sam the one eyed devil
Says go on, don't be shy
It's quite clear down here we're all mad
WAOOOOHHH!
Lie back and watch the drowning moon
Storm tossed in the sky
And the smoking peacock divas
Harmonizing the old lie
That there's no sunshine without the shadow