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The genioustrokes albumed-up In The Aeroplane Over The Sea out from Neutral Milk Hotel underance.
[really seriously, the greatest sung-word of all time ever bar none and nobody. … - ->ergeau:, need to make sure I have a copy conveniently and quickly available at all times.]
Two-Headed Boy, Pt. 1
Two headed boy
All floating in glass
The sun it has passed
Now it’s blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are
Two headed boy
Put on sunday shoes
And dance round the room to accordion keys
With the needle that sings in your heart
Catching signals that sound in the dark
Catching signals that sound in the dark
We will take off our clothes
And they’ll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain’t moving now
They just lay there in their climb
Two headed boy
With pulleys and weights
Creating a radio played just for two
In the parlor with a moon across her face
And through the music he sweetly displays
Silver speakers that sparkle all day
Made for his lover who’s floating and choking with her hands across her face
And in the dark we will take off our clothes
And they’ll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain’t moving now
They just lay there in their climb
Two headed boy
There is no reason to grieve
The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves
Left beneath Christmas trees in the snow
And I will take you and leave you alone
Watching spirals of white softly flow
Over your eyelids and all you did
Will wait until the point when you let go
Two-Headed Boy, Pt. 2
Daddy please hear this song that I sing
In your heart there’s a spark that just screams
For a lover to bring a child to your chest that could lay as you sleep
And love all you have left like your boy used to be
Long ago wrapped in sheets warm and wet
Blister please with those wings in your spine
Love to be with a brother of mine
How he’d love to find your tongue in his teeth
In a struggle to find secret songs that you keep wrapped in boxes so tight
Sounding only at night as you sleep
And in my dreams you’re alive and you’re crying
As your mouth moves in mine soft and sweet
Rings of flower round your eyes and I love you
For the rest of your life in your
Brother see we are one in the same
And you left with your head filled with flames
And you watched as your brains fell out through your teeth
Push the pieces in place
Make your smile sweet to see
Don’t you take this away
I’m still wanting my face on your cheek
And when we break we’ll wait for our miracle
God is a place where some holy spectacle lies
And when we break we’ll wait for our miracle
God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life
Two headed boy she is all you could need
She will feed you tomatoes and radio wires
And retire to sheets safe and clean
But don’t hate her when she gets up to leave
The King Of Carrot Flowers, Pt.s 2 & 3
I love you, Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ I love you, yes I do.
I love you, Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ I love you, yes I do.
And on the lazy days the dogs dissolve and drain away,
The world it goes and always waits
The day we are awaiting.
Up and over
We go through the weight and undertow
I will float until I learn how to swim,
Inside my mother in a garbage bin,
until I find myself again,
Again, oh.
All I know
We go mouths open wide and spit in stuff
I will spit until I learn how to speak
Up through the doorway as the sideboards creak
With them ever proclaiming me, me, oh
All I know
We go the way the steps fell down and I don’t know,
I will shout until they know what I mean,
I mean the marriage of a dead dog sing
And a synthetic flying machine, machine, oh.
Ok.
Oh Comely
Oh comely
I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left
With some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest
But oh comely
It isn’t as pretty as you’d like to guess
In your memory you’re drunk on your automy
It doesn’t mean anything at all
Oh comely
All of your friends are all letting you blow
Bristling and ugly
Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
Of some pretty bright and bubbly friend
You could need to say comforting things in your ear
But oh comely
There isn’t such one friend that you could find here
Standing next to me
He’s only my enemy
I’ll crush him with everything I own
Say what you want to say
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me
Your father made fetuses
With flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother
Were asleep in the trailer park
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings
And bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful
All in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me
Say what your want to say
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me
And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and 500 families
And will she remember me 50 years later
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine
Know all your enemies
We know who our enemies are
Goldaline my dear
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here
There is sun and spring and green forever
But now we move to feel
For ourselves inside some stranger’s stomach
Place your body here
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine
King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. 1
When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
And holy rattle snakes that fell all around your feet.
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddys shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each others bodies were for
And this is the room one afternoon i knew i could love you
And from above you how i sank into your soul
Into that secret place no one dares to go.
And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try.
In The Aeroplane Over The Sea
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I’m keeping here with me
What a curious life we have found here tonight
There is music that sounds from the street
There are lights in the clouds
Anna’s ghost all around
Hear her voice as it’s rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees
Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
And now we keep where we don’t know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don’t even know his name
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I’ll be laughing out loud
I’ll be laughing with everyone I see
Can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all
Holland, 1945
2,1,2,3,4.
The only girl I’ve ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening
1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she’s a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet’s flame
And won’t be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That’s right above from where you are
He didn’t mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And here’s where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don’t move anymore
And it’s so sad to see the world agree
That they’d rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I’d want to keep white roses in their eyes
Ghost
Ghost, ghost I know you live within me
Feel as you fly
In thunderclouds above the city
Into one that I
Loved with all that was left within me
Until we tore in two
Now wings and rings and there’s so many
Waiting here for you
And she was born in a bottle rocket, 1929
With wings that ring around a socket
Right between her spine
All drenched in milk and holy water
Pouring from the sky
I know that she will live for ever
She won’t ever die
She goes and now she knows she’ll never be afraid
To watch the morning paper blow
Into a hole where no one can escape
Dee, de de de de…
And one day in New York City baby
A girl fell from the sky
From the top of a burning apartment building
Fourteen stories high
And when her spirit left her body
How it split the sun
I know that she will live for ever
All goes on and on and on and
She goes and now she knows she’ll never be afraid
To watch the morning paper blow
Into a hole where no one can escape
Dee, de de de de…
Communist Daughter
Sweet communist,
The Communist Daughter,
Standing on the seaweed water,
Semen stains the mountaintop,
Semen stains the mountaintop.
With coca leaves along the border,
Sweetness swings from every corner
Cars careening from the clouds,
The bridges burst and twist around,
And wanting something warm and moving
Bends towards herself
The soothing proves that she must still exist,
She moves herself about her fist.
Sweet communist,
The communist daughter,
Standing on the seaweed water,
Semen stains the mountaintops,
Semen stains the mountaintops.
{[those above are from Sure Best Record #1 Worldwide in my authoritative and infallible judgement]
[these below are from On Avery Island, which certainly without doubt has some hits, but in my authoritative and infallible opinion, as awesomely great as it is, it’s not…of a piece…as its more mature and pinnacley accomplished successor~~took all the poor boy had and left him with a nervous breakdown and—presumably, given his subsequent inability (if only for disinterest, I don’t know) to perform—an unemployment check. there was one once drifting rumor of his endeavoring on a book of stories. projection, I thought, perhaps, until the band’s website gave up this good old news: “Jeff has been working on a collection of short stories. He also just joined the circus and wants to make a movie about snails.” nothing would make me happier, and—I shouldn’t even say it, but—I wouldn’t be surprised if the product upset the long and virtually unchallenged reign of Gary Lutz’s collection, Stories In The Worst Way. but these are all just dreams and fantasies. we have Song Against Sex, that we should be happy; it is more than enough. its everything that compact, pocket-sized, and unliftable]}
Song Against Sex
And the first one tore a picture
Of a dead and hanging man
Who was kissing foreign fishes
That flew right out from this hands
And when I put my arms around him
I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks
And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak
And he said…Oh boy you are so pretty
Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string…
And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring
Lost like a bell that’s tipping over
With two cracks along both sides
And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside
And watched the fires that were reaching
Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees
And the waiting scene and the sunday dream
They’re all waiting here for me
Deli markets with their flower stands
Pretty girls and the burning men
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays
And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face
Across a bridge and across the mountains
Threw a nickel in a fountain
To save my soul from all these troubled times
And all the drugs that I don’t have the guts to take
To soothe my mind so I’m always sober
Always aching, always heading towards
Mass suicide, occult figurines
And wasted gas-station attendents
Attending to their jobs
And a nice drive in the country
Finds a nice cliff to drop off
Oh when this world just gets so grating
All the grittiness of life
But don’t take those pills your boyfriend gave you
You’re too wonderful to die
From anything we could call loving
Any love worth living for
So I’ll sleep out in the gutter
You can sleep here on the floor
And when I wake up in the morning
I forgot to lock the door
Because with a match that’s mean and some gasoline
You won’t see me anymore
You’ve Passed
The lady is dying
She bends back like a wave
As her spirit is climbing
Through the hospital wall and away
And I wanted to hold you
As you made your escape
But now I should have told you
When your eyes were alive and awake
Always in life we all must make this mistake
And so I go it alone
And the pressure is great
I hold on to my own
Oh please oh don’t go away
I wanted to know you
Before you started to fade
But I gave everything to
A lie and a farce and a fake
Someone Is Waiting
Someone is waiting to swallow all the halos out of you
As your face blows through my windows
Sending pieces flying all around my room
And I love you and I want to
Shoot all the super heroes from your skies
A Baby For Pree
Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen
Makes babies to breathe
With their hearts hanging open all over the sheets
As soft as beets in some brown dresser drawer
And with bees in her breath and the rest of her ringing
They’ll sting through her chest with a force hard and beating
Till wonderfully wet she will get
Until she’s soaked inside her clothes
And there is no sorry to be sorry for
For a roll around the floor some afternoon so sound and soft
It made her swallow all her sweat
With every bit of breath she coughs
And when the day it came to pour all her babies
All across the bathroom floor
She will be swimming in them all forever more
Where You’ll Find Me Now
All I perceive is wasted and broken
Silvery streams, sacred when spoken
Slam into me and into the ditch of debris
And you smoke in the park and sleep in the greenery
Everyone barks and they are all still believing
To tear out your heart would send all your secrets to me
But I let you down
And swollen and small is where you’ll find me now
With that silver stripping off
From my tongue you’re tearing out
And you’ll never hear me talk
Your teeth believe that teeth are for tearing
Tear into me and the scent of you sweating smells good to me
And out in the dark the world is still rolling
Kids in their cars, cigarette smoking
And all that they are just reeks with the sweetest belief
But I let you down
And swollen and small is where you’ll find me now
With that silver stripping off
From my tongue you’re tearing out
And you’ll never hear me talk
All I could want is silver and spinning
Out from your arms and into the pretty pit of your heart
So simply and softly we’d flow
But I let you down
And swollen and small is where you’ll find me now
With that silver stripping off
From my tongue you’re tearing out
And you’ll never hear me talk
Into you I will glow
Gardenhead / Leave Me Alone
There are beads that wrap
Around your knees that crackle into the dark
Like a walk in the park like a hole in your head
Like the feeling you get when you realize you’re dead
This time we ride roller coasters into the ocean
We feel no emotion as we spiral down to the world
And I guess it’s worth your time
Because there’s some lives you live
And some you leave behind
It gets hard to explain
The gardenhead knows my name
Leave me alone, for you know this isn’t the first time
In fact this is twice in a row
That the angels have slipped through our landslide
And filled up our garden with snow
And I don’t wish to taste of your insides
Or to call out your name through my phone
For the glory boys at your bedside will love you
As long as you’re something to own
Follow me through a city of frost covered angels
I swear I have nothing to prove
I just want to dance in your tangles
To give me some reason to move
But to take on the world at all angles
Requires a strength I can’t use
So I’ll meet you up high in your anger
Of all that is hoping and waiting for you
Three Peaches
So wake up run your lips across your fingers till you find
Some scent of yourself that you can hold up high
To remind yourself that you didn’t die
On a day that was so crappy whole and happy you’re alive
You’re in the bathroom carving holiday designs into yourself
Hoping noone will find you but they found you
And they took you
And you somehow survived
So wake up and if the holidays don’t hollow out your eyes
Then press yourself against whatever
You find to be beautiful and trembling with life
Because I’m so happy you didn’t die
Naomi
Your prettiness is seeping through
Out from the dress I took from you, so pretty
And my emptiness is swollen shut always
Always a wretch i have become
So empty
I’m watching Naomi, full bloom
I’m hoping she will soon explode
Into one billion tastes and tunes
One billion angels come and hold her down
They hold her down until she cries
I’m tasting Naomi’s perfume
It tastes like shit and I must say
She comes and goes most afternoons
One billion lovers wave and love her now
They could love her now and so could I
There is no Naomi in view
She walks through Cambridge stocks and strolls
And if she only really knew
One billion angels could come and save her soul
They could save her soul until she shines
So pretty
April 8th
Crawl across towards your window
I’m calling softly from the street
Always a lonely widow
Half awake and sleeping on my feet
I’m of age but have no children
No quarter phone booth calls to home
Just late with television
Inside my bedroom all alone
There is no use in waiting
Offer up your steps so I can climb
Show me all your figure paintings
Etched in the middle of the night
Let me stretch upon your carpet
Let me hear the rain tap on your street
Knowing I am safe on the inside
Blankets wrapped and drifting off to sleep
[paustun]
I say thank you to any one or thing factored, however seemingly insignificantly, in the sparking of such aching lovely love, amen
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