Didn’t See the Sea

(verse 1) We were looking at the sky We were looking at the sky, We were looking at the sky, So we died, oh my. We didn’t see the sea, No, we didn’t see the sea, No, we didn’t see the sea, So we drowned, poor me. (bridge) It was an inside job, it ended [...]

The Night Mail Man

The night mail man don’t hold a sack, but if he held a sack – the sack would be black. The night mail man don’t spit up gin, but if he spit up gin – the gin would be thin. The night mail man don’t write a word, but if he wrote a word, the [...]

Don’t Believe Stoppin’

(Verse 1) some lonely wine and on and on their midnight livin’ in a don’t stop world he took the Detroit dice believin’ the night goin’ to roll a manhole on and on (Verse 2) searching in the movie a midnight never ends somewhere just living in the night a smell of payin’ strangers waiting [...]

San Diego Exburbs Serenade

Never felt the floor ’til I got down on my knees. Never saw the forest ’til they burned down all the trees. Never missed the bakery ’til they banned making bread. Never saw things your way until I put on your head. Never really heard your voice ’til you never called. Never grew my hair [...]

She’s My Baby (from the “Lyrics to Songs That Will Most Likely Never Be Recorded” Series)

she’s my baby (baby) she had arms / she had legs in her neck / she had some pegs on her tongue / she had a mohawk it made things fuzzy / whenever she’d talk she had eyes / but they were wheels she had fingers / but they were eels she had lips / [...]

You’ll Lips I’ll Never Kiss (Lyrics to a Song That When Recorded Will Sound A Lot Like The Magnetic Fields)

Your lips I’ll never kiss No lips to ever kiss You have a beak Yeah, you’re a freak No lips to ever kiss I want to ask a favor There’s no way to be oblique You see I have this tapeworm in me And I was wondering… If you… Would use your beak… Your lips [...]

I’ve Been (working title) – songs unlikely to ever be recorded

I’ve been down under the sun getting seared to a lobster red I’ve been upon the moon skip tracing fugitives for Russian Ted and don’t do me like they did Tattoo (when they though he was a love god!) don’t carry me around your fantasy island in a cage made of bamboo if you do [...]

All We Have Left is the Wall (song lyrics for a song unlikely to be recorded)

walking like a stalagmite planted and tall making bats sounds that get lost in the squall we’re all through with the slow steps we’ve made our dragging footprints now all we have left is the wall boosting like a booster with no boost left wishing that the fuses weren’t all lost to petty theft we [...]

Lyrics for a Song Unlikely to be Recorded (no. 1)

I fed the baby rubber bands (I wanted him to be elastic) I licked the blood from your red hands (I know it pleases you, when you feel clean) I hid the dope in the box of soap (They never look there; no, they never look there) I let the moths eat through my shirts [...]

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