Lyrics to Bedroom / City
Six Months or a Year .
OK, you know her plan, alright you know where she stands,
Pull the bandage off fast, hide your eyes with one hand,
Euphemistic talk can never top a clean cut.
You might disappear, move far when she is near,
Fuck your blues away, reveal it to her while in tears,
Euphemistic talk can never stop an open vein,
Ball & Chain, Ball & Chain.
La da dee da, la da da.
Six months or a year, you'll be all in the clear,
Remnants of a love filed down into her proper name,
Ball & Chain, Ball & Chain.
Hallmark Poultry Ltd.
When the air gets hot
and the smell gets out of hand,
we breathe through our mouths and think of buildings
blown up
raining down debris,
It's summertime near the factory, near the factory.
Men in automobiles with the windows down
keep offering me rides;
it's black vinyl seats or feathers,
blood in gutters
running down the street,
It's summertime near the factory, near the factory.
Armed with battering rams and a grudge
for every missing girl
on Hastings
we bust through the fence
and free the inner sanctum-
birds on every tree,
It's summertime
Near the factory.
Letters to b.
Well it gets so cold inside my heart
When it comes on wintertime,
And I'm trying to keep warm in the light of your words
That have set my thighs on fire.
It's a long walk home when he takes a wrong turn
But I don't tell him the way,
I prefer we sleep in the light of the sun
For to fuck the night away.
It's a dark road we're walking
He'd better keep talking along the way,
So maybe I won't keep doubting the reasons I asked him to
Come and play with me, I've got some matches and mail...oooh...
And it gets so cold inside his house
when he won't pay all the bills,
He prefers to buy heat in a bottle for two
And a few expensive pills.
It's a helluva long road we'd better turn off here, I know the way,
To a little old attic, I call it my dollhouse,
So come and play with me, I've got some matches and,
Come and play with me, I've got some matches,
Come and play with me, I've got some matches and mail...oooh...
Gerberas.
Don't wait until he tells you
That he doesn't love you,
Don't let him leave splinters behind,
You'll have to pick out with a needle-
Instead leave your own trail of gerberas picked from his neighbour's yard,
And put a little piece of him in a jar with the rest of them.
It's three but you don't stay over,
You sleep better in your own bed.
Go home to your own kind of mess,
His floor is all littered with tissues-
Instead leave your own mess of hairpins he'll find after you are gone,
He'll keep them for a little while,
Then throw them out like dandelions, invaded despite all his care.
You'll miss him for a little while, then find another love to kill,
Gerberas dead on your windowsill.
It's four but you don't stay over,
You sleep better when you're alone.
Don't give him that morning to worm his way in,
Once he's in then it's already over-
Instead leave your own trail of gerberas picked from his neighbour's yard,
Arrange them in a heart-shape on his lawn in late April,
And put a little piece of him in a jar with the rest of them.
Waterworks.
I bet it's easier than it looks,
And you make it look so easy,
You make it look so easy...to cry.
Dried-up cactus, no watering can
Plus a stack of books on a table,
Salt in the snow where the roses don't grow
And your mother gets mad when they die, die, die,
And I think it's easier than it looks,
And you make it look so easy,
You make it look so easy...to cry.
Alligators.
I dreamed of alligators on the highway,
It was dark and I was running barefoot on the gravel.
Scales and snapping jaws were gaining on me as I turned the corner,
Saw the headlights on the rock face.
And woke up in a hospital bed,
Saw the pink walls, was surprised that I wasn't.
It's not that I am afraid to die, it's just good to be prepared when it's time.
Yes, it's good to be prepared when it's time.
I don't think alligators train very well,
Their Pre-Cambrian brains don't follow orders.
I've never seen anything move as fast as those reptiles on the pavement.
But my legs just got heavier; I scraped my knee on climbing out of a window,
I cut my foot on a shard of the windshield.
Can you distract the alligators, provide some bait to lure them astray,
Some repellent to keep my bad luck away,
Or a stick in its jaws to keep its mouth open,
While I climb out whole. (x2)
Landfill.
Come to the landfill
We'll search for diamonds
I'll take my shovel, and you'll take your pail.
Come to the landfill
We'll dig for silver
You'll look so pretty with a twist-tie in your hair.
There is a ferry-man,
He'll float us down the current,
He'll take us to our Golden Palace on the shore;
He'll float us carefully
Behind the scenery,
He'll laugh like a hyena scavenging the moon.
Come to the landfill
We'll dance through ages
With rats and scarecrows watching from the burning tires.
We'll dance until the sun
Says there's work to be done
Tending our garden on the broken tractor floor;
And when the harvest nears,
The ferry-man appears
To reap the rubies underneath the engine door... Come to the landfill...
Soft Parts.
If you keep thinking that something's gonna happen,
Then there's a greater chance that it might happen,
Like when I thought of you for 30 days
And then I saw you at the Shop n' Save,
It was because I made it happen with my mind,
Now you can't tell me I don't control my life,
Random acts of violence, I don't believe
Can touch the soft parts underneath,
That I don't let you see or get too close to,
For fear that you'll make an irreparable tear
In the soft parts that live and breathe
Inside the nest with the eggshells from
Someone else's mess,
From over-easy happiness,
The kind that tells you to confess everything.
So you're not coming up tonight,
No drinks for two by candlelight,
But if you keep thinking that something's gonna happen
Then there's a greater chance that it might happen.
Emergency Exit Plan.
I keep sleeping pills by my bed, but I never take them-
I can think of many ways to die, but cleaner methods to get out of this.
I never take the easy way out- I like to make life difficult for myself,
So if I skip town in the middle of the night,
You'll never suspect it ahead of time.
I keep a bottle of gin in my underwear drawer,
So I can drink while you're asleep and while I write my Emergency Exit Plan.
I could make excuses for this, but I'd rather keep a good secret from you,
If I skip town in the middle of the night,
It'll be after a drink or two-
You'll call the police,
They'll only think
You're in a panic or it's foul play.
I never take the easy way out- I like to make life difficult for myself,
So if I skip town in the middle of the night,
I won't be back and I won't be found.