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memories of love creepin’
quiet as a mouse
when you’re finally sleeping
and they fill the house
they begin their quaint folk dance
the bed starts to shake
some get in your pajama pants
and you jolt awake
some are like a sip of champagne
some are harder stuff
some are advertising campaigns
memories of love

every secret desire
every teenage crush
every little quagmire
come to make you blush
every peccadillo
every sordid scene
what you said to your pillow
what you dared to dream
some are vicious lies and libel
some are true enough
some are modern, some are tribal
memories of love

every tearless farewell
when a young man died
in the empty stairwell
where at last, she cried
you say: “that’s not funny
just go away!”
soon you’re down on one knee
begging them to stay
some are brilliant, some are awful
some are summer fluff
some are heavy russian novels
memories of love

some are trips through fields of daisies
some are pretty rough
some of them will drive you crazy
memories of love

I woke today…
And felt your side of bed
The covers were still warm where you’d been layin’.
You were gone…
My heart was filled with dread.
You might not be sleepin’ here again
It’s alright, ’cause I love you.
And that’s not gonna change.
Run me round, make me hurt again and again.
But I’ll still sing you love songs
Written in the letters of your name
And brave the storm to come,
For it surely looks like rain.
Did you ever waken to the sound
Of street cats makin’ love
And guess from their cries
You were listenin’ to a fight?
Well, you know…
Hate’s just the last thing they’re thinkin’ of.
They’re only trying to make it through the night.
I only want to hold you.
I don’t want to tie you down.
Or fence you in the lines
I might have drawn.
It’s just that I’ve gotten used to
Havin’ you around.
My landscape would be empty
If you were gone.

I loll on the porch swing
tall mint julep in hand
listening to the beach boys
why don’t they understand?
this is not what I call summer
summer it’s infinitely less than

we get one real summer
only one in our time
full of wine and wonder, you were mine
we get one real summer
ridiculous and sublime
before we go under, you were mine

I may drive my woody
down to sandcastle beach
with my brave new boyfriend
but love is out of reach
who lives in these crumbling castles?
summer’s promise honored in the breach

we get one real summer
only one in our time
full of wine and wonder, you were mine
we get one real summer
ridiculous and sublime
before we go under, you were mine

so lost without you
haven’t a clue what to do

octagons fall from the sun
as we run through the grass
let weathermen blether
this forecast is o’ercast
and the beach boys?
hell, they might as well play “winter wonderland”
summer, my ass

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“This is a song called the cut-out bitch. It’s dedicated to my girlfriend. She’s a bitch.”

Do you suppose she could change my life?
If she could then I wish she would
Do you suppose she could save my life?
If she could then I think she should

It’s another busy day for the cut-out witch
Silver threads for our heads - need another stitch
Golden needles in our eyes - then we realize
It’s another busy day for the cut-out witch

And could she change this wrong into a right?
Say pretty please and I think she might
Cause if she won’t then you’ll fall and bust
And turn to dust and so I think she must

It’s another busy day for the cut-out witch
Silver threads for our heads - need another stitch
Golden needles in our eyes - then we realize
It’s another busy day for the cut-out witch

Cut-out, go out, stay out, fall…well…

Do you think she can change your life?
Do you think she can change your life?
Do you think she can change your life?

Somewhere there’s a beauty
With a bundle of bones
And she takes them and makes them
Into a game she calls her own

And if I could only pray away my problems
And if I could only pray away the rain
Then I wouldn’t miss the single kiss she gave me
For I’d pray away the days

Soon the winter will be here
And the rain will turn to snow
And the days will immitate her
With a heart so dark and cold

And if I could only pray away my problems
And if I could only pray away the rain
Then I wouldn’t miss a single kiss she gave me
For I’d just pray away the days

Somewhere there’s a beauty
With a bundle of bones
And she’ll take them and make them
Into a cage she’ll call her home

And if I could only pray away my problems
And if I could only pray away the rain
Then I wouldn’t miss the single kiss she gave me
For I’d just pray away the days
I’d just pray away the days
I’d just pray away the days

Your eyes are long Vermont roads
With a tacky song on the radio
And your eyes are toothless young men
In Tennessee in the rain again
And fireflies never go to sleep
And country songs never help you sleep

But after all those trains
And all those breakdown lanes
The roads don’t love you
And they still won’t pretend to
After all those days
On godforsaken highways
The roads don’t love you
And they still won’t pretend to

Your eyes are the Mesa Verde
Big and brown and far away
And your eyes are Kansas City
In Kansas and in Missouri

But after all this time
And after all your crying
The roads don’t love you
And they still won’t pretend to
The roads are dark and long
And all those country songs
Well, they don’t love you
And they still won’t pretend to

Lost roads and towns of which nobody’s found the name
All the children drowned and there’s no one around to blame
Lost roads and towns left to wilder in seed and snow
As the sun goes down that’s where I’d like to go

Every time you feel wonderful, baby, I feel bad
Either you don’t love me or I don’t love you, oh yeah
When you remind me of all the good times I feel sad
Either you don’t love me or I don’t love you, oh yeah.

You and me in the waiting room of a disused railroad station
Scavenging for a few antiques, we’ll make a fortune just have patience
If we find an old signal box you can write your dissertation

Every time you feel wonderful, baby, I feel bad
Either you don’t love me or I don’t love you, oh yeah
When you remind me of all the good times I feel sad
Either you don’t love me or I don’t love you, oh yeah.