Альбом The Magnetic Fields

Three way!

Three way!

Three way!

See them on their big bright screen
Tan and blonde and seventeen
Eating nonfood keeps them mean
But they're young forever

If they must grow up
They marry dukes and earls
I hate California girls

They ain't broke, so they put on airs
The faux folk sans derrieres
They breathe coke and they have affairs
With each passing rock star

They come on like squares
Then get off like squirrels
I hate California girls

Looking down their perfect noses at me and my kind
Do they think we won't? Well, never mind
Laughing through their perfect teeth at everyone I know
Do they think we won't get up and go? So...

I have planned my grand attacks
I will stand behind their backs
With my brand-new battle ax
Then will they taste my wrath

They will hear me say
As the pavement whirls
"I hate California girls"

They will hear me say
As the pavement whirls
"I hate California girls"

They will hear me say
As the pavement whirls
"I hate California girls"

They will hear me say
As the pavement whirls
"I hate California girls"

They will hear me say
As the pavement whirls
"I hate California girls"

They will hear me say
As the pavement whirls...

Old fools
Old fools

And fall in love
After all

Old
Old they would ever reuse

Love hides
Love
Love

Flowers long dried
Old fools, new lives

Old fools dancing
Old rules to romancing

Long
Old fools, new

Xavier says, "Ha ha ha,
We have nothing in common.
See you around, ta ta,
Slink back to your abominable lover, Zsa Zsa,
Before I blow your cover."

Zsa Zsa's scene, "Tacky Queen,
You think there's no one but you.
Get your crass little ass
out and don't make me cut you

With how much you talk you'd think that someone else was listening.
Want a drink, miss thing?"

"Slo Gin Fizz," says Xavier.
Zsa Zsa orders and drinks come.
"Here is is, Teddy Bear.
To your health you rat fink scum,"
Xavier weezes.
I forgot, before each line he sneezes
Quite a lot.

Xavier I forgot
he sneezes quite a lot

I walk around the town a lot
I used to walk with you

Down 7th Avenue

And mistletoe is hidiing everywhere
But you no longer care

Oh, Mr. Mistletoe
Please come away,
I've got no one to love
Come, Mr. Mistletoe

You useless weak fool no one

Oh, Mr. Mistletoe
Couldn't you tell I'm not in the mood

Oh, Mr. Mistletoe
Go find your tree
Didn't you know there's no Christmas for me

Oh, Mr. Mistletoe
Go find your tree
Didn't you know there's no Christmas for me

Please stop dancing in my head
I have cried till I'm half dead
Please stop dancing in my head

Please stop dancing in my mind
I have cried till I'm half blind
Please stop dancing in my mind

Please stop dancing in my heart
I can't seem to make it art
Please stop dancing in my heart

Please stop dancing in my soul
I can't make it rock and roll
Please stop dancing in my soul

Please stop dancing in my sleep
I can't make it twang and beep
Please stop dancing in my sleep

Please stop dancing in my eyes
I can't make it pretty lies
Please stop dancing in my eyes

Please stop dancing in my blood
Ill blind blowing no one good
Please stop dancing in my blood

Please stop dancing in my life
I will never be your wife
Please stop dancing in my life

Drive on, driver
There's no one home
We've waited hours
She didn't come

It's such a pretty little ring
But it doesn't mean anything
Drive on

Drive on, driver
And don't you cry
I gave her everything
Money could buy

I always said that girl'd
Deserved the whole wide world
Drive on

And take me to the airport
I need to be extremely far away
So I can forget about her
I might forget about her someday

Drive on, Randy
It's all gone wrong
Have some brandy
Sing me a song

Something soft and low
Can we please just go?
Drive on

Something soft and low
Can we please just go?
Drive on

Sober, life is a prison
Shitfaced, it's a blessing
Sober, nobody wants you
Shitfaced, they're all undressed
Sober, it's ever darker
Shitfaced, the moon is nearer
Sober, you're old and ugly
Shitfaced, who needs a mirror?
Sober, you're a cromagnon
Shitfaced, you're very clever
Sober, you never should be
Shitfaced, now and forever!

I gotta get too drunk to dream
'Cause dreaming only makes me blue
I gotta get too drunk to dream
Because I only dream of you

I gotta get too pissed to miss you
Or I'll never get to sleep
I gotta drink wine not to pine for you
LyricsAnd God knows that ain't cheap

I know you think I'm insane
I know it's not appealing
But till I'm feeling no pain
Guess what I'll be feeling?

I gotta get too fried to cry
Or I'll be crying all night long
I gotta get too high to sigh
Oh my God, where did I go wrong?

So why do I get plastered?
And why am I so lonely?
It's you, you heartless bastard
You're my one and only!

I gotta get too pissed to miss you
Or I'll never get to sleep
I gotta drink wine not to pine for you
And God knows that ain't cheap!

Through the sleet and snow,
and storm and hail
Through every degradation
and betrayal
Past rhyme, and reason,
and beyond the pale,
darling, I will love you
till the bitter end...
and all the bitter moments till then

Through time and tomb,
and Tim and Tom
Through pro and con,
and quid pro quo, and qualm
Through tidal wave
and asteroid and bomb
darling, I will love you
till the bitter end...
and all the bitter moments till then

And when your charms begin to fade
and when you feel old and afraid
I'll scratch beneath
your shoulder blade
and whisper:

My love is deeper than I show
Remember what I said:
Through sleet and snow...
So even though I know you have to go
darling, I will love you
till the bitter end...
and all the bitter moments till then.

Long
and lonely nights,
I've waited for you
to put things to rights.
Leaving you to do
your thing without
disturbance from me.
Somehow I doubt
you'll ever be
back.
I'll keep your things:
if you ever need them,
the phone still rings.
And now that you're free
of me at last,
your time is your own:
go have a blast
and I'll dream alone
without you;
I'll dream alone
if I must;
because I guess our little castle in the sky just turned to dust.
So I'll dream alone: that's showbiz.
I'll dream alone from the end,
and I'll be trying not to dream of what was once and might have been:
if only I'd known.
I'll dream alone.

Dreams we had a few
But what kind of dream
beats you black and blue?
I wanted to scream, "don't go away",
but nothing came out;
all I could say was:

I'll dream alone
without you;
I'll dream alone
if I must;
because I guess our little castle in the sky just turned to dust.
So I'll dream alone: that's showbiz.
I'll dream alone from the end,
and I'll be trying not to dream of what was once and might have been:
if only I'd known.
I'll dream alone.

I want to be a playboy's bunny
I'd do whatever they asked me to.
I'd meet people with lots of money,
and men would love me like I loved you.

I want to be a topless waitress,
I want my mother to shed one tear.
I'd throw away this old sad day dress
slip into something a tad more shear.

I want to be an artist's model
I'd like to so au naturel
I should be good, at spin the bottle
While I've still got something left to sell

I want to be a cobra dancer
With little worry between my thighs
I may not find a cure for cancer
But I'll meet plenty of single guys.

I'd like to be a brothel worker,
I've always been treated like one.
If I could be a backstreet lover,
I'd make more money and have more fun.

I want to be a dominatrix
which isn't likely, but I can dream.
Learn S&M and all those play tricks
and men will pay me to make them scream

I want to be a porno starlet
I'll have to wait till mom is dead
I'd see my name in lights of scarlet
And get to spend everyday in bed

I want to be a tattooed lady,
Dedicated as I am to art.
Characters warm, complex, and shaded
I'll write my memoirs across my heart

Two roosters I slew
and with all of my might
I prayed, hard, for you
in Haiti at night

Your skin has turned blue
and your hair has turned white
Must be the voodoo
of this Haitian moonlight

We can't take day trips
but Oh! those moonlight strolls
dressed up in silk slips,
high heels and mink stoles

You swivel your hips
as I work the controls
No blood ever drips
when I widen your holes

zombie boy
zombie boy

You seem to have died
of some form of the pox
They left you inside
your tiny black box

I heard when you cried
and I answered your knocks
Let's make you a bride
with another two cocks

You look pretty pure
for so long in the ground
You smell like a sewer
but you don't make a sound

I feed you ordure
to keep Poopsie spellbound
I like to be sure
you'll be sticking around

zombie boy
zombie boy

Where courtesans shed no tears
When men leave them high and dry
They just go on, they just go on
To the next guy

For courtesans only want
Compensation for their time
A few kind words, a few kind words
They need not want

A sable coat, maybe a hat
Oh, I wish I could be like that

But courtesans are not like me
They don't take love very hard
Their hearts are free, their hearts are free
How avant-garde

If no one loves them when they're old
They sit upon their chains of gold

You say you'll love them till you die
And they don't care if it's a lie

'Cause courtesans don't believe
In anybody but themselves
And Santa Claus, and Santa Claus
And his twelve elves