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Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri bölümü içinde Of Montreal>> A Celebration Of H.hare konusu , Of Montreal > Horse & Elephant Eatery (no Elephants Allowed) The Singles & Songles Album >> A Celebration Of H.hare Dear sweet brother of mine I'm so glad you've made ...
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> Horse & Elephant Eatery (no Elephants Allowed) The Singles & Songles Album >> A Celebration Of H.hare Dear sweet brother of mine I'm so glad you've made it You've really accomplished something incredible And I'm so very proud of the art we create now I love you I love you And I know that you love me too Dear sweet brother of mine I'm so glad to say it Together we're making something incredible And I'm so very proud ofthe way that we live now I love you I love you And I know that you love me too Its strange how when we were young I was so mean to you I didn't know the connection we had till we go older But now yes now Dear sweet brother of mine I feel I should say that All of these things I make with you give my life meaning What started with the Gay Parade Will continue till the end of our days >> Joseph And Alexander Joseph and Alexander ride their flaming swans above Miss Dovepost and her loudmouth niece who had a fear of geese and who even in a corset looked remarkably obese Joseph and Alexander redirect their swanis left to take a gander at the funnel nosed threes in the Pekinese trees who are normally a nervous sort but now seem quite at ease Joseph and Alexander are brothers and best friends the wonderful adventures that they share together never end Be sure to send a smile for me and Dave to wherever they're pretending to be I hope they keep a journal and take lots of photographs of all the funny things they see Joseph and Alexander approach the nest of the speckled salamander who with utmost care is knitting thermal underwear She smiles and hollers up "These are for my grandchildren to wear" Joseph and Alexander feeling tuckered now decide to meander back into their beds and kiss their swanis on the head but before going to sleepy land Joseph turned and said "Aggats, I love you" Alexander yawned and said "Joseph me too I love you" >> The Problem With April The problem with April is the problem with May is the problem with June and July it's the problem with all of the months since you said goodbye The problem with Monday is the problem with Tuesday is the problem with Wednesday and Thursday it's the problem with all the week since you went away The bills keep piling up and my bed gets bigger and bigger I feel like I'm being watched and I'm forever under the weather The problem with Summer is the problem with Fall is the problem with Winter and Spring it's the problem with all of the year since you're no longer here The problem with evening is the problem with morning is the problem with the afternoon the problem of all of the day since you went away >> Nicki Lighthouse Everybody does the same things Everybody's the same Everyone that is 'cept for my friend Nicki Lighthouse She is from the jungle and has never rode a bike Instead she rides on apes and llamas everywhere she goes And everywhre she goes the boring people say "There she goes again the strangest girl that's ever been" Everybody thinks the same things Everybody's the same Everyone that is 'cept for my friend Nicki Lighthouse Where she's from forward is backward and down is up so she eats her dinner on the ceiling and wallpapers the floor And everywhre she goes the boring people say "There she goes again the strangest girl that's ever been" I'm a big fan Nicki Lighthouse You know that I am You know that I am >> Was Your Face A Head In The Pillow Case Looking under the ghost on your face kind of ruins it for me I don't want to see you toss it's hair No I don't need you to show me its smile You see because I'm learning yes I know about your mask so I no longer have to ask If I can peek behind the ghost on your face that really ruins it for me I don't want to clap and stare while you show me the expressions it makes You see because I'm learning yes I know about your mask so I no longer have to ask "Was your face a head in the pillow case?" >> Julie The Mouse Nothing can save me from the pain of you not loving me It doesn't help me to complain I just have to feel it and hope it goes away But it's so useless and it hurts just like it did before I'm afraid that I'll close up inside and no longer feel anything anymore It's such a strange need to be deprived of To just want love and feel happy >> In The Army Kid Riding to the station on the bus because I want to pick out some books But Jen she's a librarian and she hunts my butt to this day Usually the bills make me stay the night at banks so... Sorry but you're just not my type You know I'll walk you home anyway Did you know I had a funny dream and in it I was in the army Riding to the station on the bus because I want to pick out some books But Jen she's a librarian So its time to get down spin on the ground and say "I want to turn the daytime into night" If you're very tired we can simply retire and say "I want to turn the nighttime into day" Sorry but you're just not my type You know I'll walk you home anyway Did you know I had a funny dream and in it I was in the army >> Buried With Me Writing your name in the fog on my bedroom window Speaking to voices of her in the dark I know that there is nobody here so why am I crawling on the floor Its a lonely life One that warps me with each minute that passes One that I really shouldn't share It's better if I'm not aware that I won't succeed that my dreams will be buried with me >> Spoonful Of Sugar Sometimes I'm feeling bad and then again I'm sad but she makes me happy Sometimes I'm feeling wrong and that I can't go on but she makes me understand and see She's a spoonful of sugar to me So sweet so sweet so sweet to me She makes me feel so right makes everything so bright That's why I love her you see Best girl I ever had she never made me mad She's the right girl wouldn't you agree? She's a spoonful of sugar to me So sweet so sweet so sweet to me One thing I understand I'll soon to be a man and I'll want her for the rest of my life One thing we'll have to plan I'll soon want to have her hand and I'll want her to be my wife >> Ira's Brief Life As A Spider All the baby spiders in the nursery waving to each other clinging to their mothers and smile at their dads who say "Now that's a clever lad" One particular spider, who's parents had named Ira, fell out of his mother's arms and became lost inside the giant insect hospital. Since mother spiders give birth to so many babies at one time it is exceedingly difficult to keep track of all of them and sometimes a baby will get lost without it's mother ever being aware of its absence. Ira was just such a case. He crawled about for hours crying but his mother couldn't hear him for Ira was a mute. This is where the story gets interesting. He opened his mouth and discovered a lake in a crater on his tongue. He was thirsty so he drank from the lake. This proved to be a fatal mistake as the lake was really a cake filled with poisonous snakes, and Ira died. A nurse discovered dead baby Ira and sank with grief. She gently lifted him up to her breast and carried him weeping to the head nurse to see if any baby spiders had been reported missing. The head nurse checked her missing baby spider file and told her that "No, no missing baby spiders have been reported." The nurse holding dead baby Ira then asked if they could have a funeral for him. The head nurse, being a very caring grasshopper, agreed that that would be the proper thing to do. So they dug a small hole near a yellow tulip, held a brief but moving requiem and with great sadness buried baby Ira. Miraculously, Ira was quickly reincarnated as a wild horse on the far off planet called Nearly. on Nearly, wild horses hold the majority in the senate and Ira has discovered pudding. His favorite is the kind without raisins. All the baby spiders in the nursery waving to each other clinging to their mothers and smile at their dads who say "Now that's a clever lad" >> The World Keeps Going Round You worry 'bout the sun What's the use of worrying 'bout thebig old sun? You worry 'bout the rain The rain keeps falling just the same You worry when the one you need has found somebody new But the world keeps going round The world keeps going round You just can't stop it The world keeps going round You worry 'bout your friends What's the use of worrying now you're almost grown? You worry'bout your own What's the use of worrying cause you die alone? Well times will be hard and rain will fall and you'll feel mighty low But the world keeps going round The world keeps going round You just can't stop it The world keeps going round Well times will be hard and rain will fall and you'll feel mighty low But the world keeps going round >> Scenes From My Funeral It's funny that when I die my friends will get to see what kind of suit my mom buries me in I hope it's dark blue with blue stars When the priest leans over me and starts talking about Jesus and the state of my soul please remind him we're having a funeral here not a play Pick me up Four for each side of the box March me to the shiny black car Long winding procession of cars Mostly of silver and black Gentleman in black suits and the ladies in black Dresses and gloves Now carry me out to the grave The spot where I've paid to be buried And just before whoever gives the command to send my body down I'll jump out of the box and tap dance from head to bald head I'll swoop and I'll spin I'll rise and dive down again I'll laugh like a baby so happy and free And no one wlil see no one will notice me >> True Friends Don't Want To Do Things Like That I live my life like I'm reading my own biography Every night writing my discography But let's talk about our coy romance Doesn't it seem like it's always been here Love I mean, love I mean Walking around bumping into things I try to say "Hi" I end up making you cry True friends don't want to do things like that True friends don't want to do things like Live my life like I'm reading my own biography Every night arranging my own anthology But let's talk about this crack from which whenever We're close something yanks us back It's probably me, its probably me Stumbling around crashing into things I try to be sly I end up licking your eye True friends don't want to do things like that True friends don't want to do things like that >> The You I Created It's hard to know exactly when my dreams got weird I tense up and get antsy when you're near But nightly you appear to me ghostly in my head but I never can remember what you said It must be something reassuring something sweet and kind something you would never say in real life Where does it go in the morning It slipped out of my hand Eating breakfast with my other thoughts away from wakeful lands Where is the you I created the you that I adore? When my eyes are open I don't see you anymore It's hard for me to fathom that you disappeared and turned into exactly what I feared But every night you sing to me when my eyes are closed But I never can remember how it goes It must be something undeserving only in my mind Something you would never sing on your time It disappears without warning It shifts like grains of sand Galavanting with some other dreams I didn't understand Where is the you I created the you that I adore? When my eyes are open I don't see you anymore But nightly you appear to me ghostly in my head but I never can remember what you said >> Cast In The Haze (been There Four Days) I'm happy today because I'm in love and feeling afraid Oh I hop off the train singing your name I knock on your door I don't know what to say When you answer I just smile and say "hey" I'm happy today I'm up on a cloud and caught in the fray Oh I'm pacing the floor in the scarf that I wore on the day that we met by the old statuette of an infiant in the nude We both thought it was lewd Its a gas to be cast in the haze and I've ben there four days Yes I've been there four days I wanted to play the fabulous game you taught me yesterday but it's impossible to play when you're away I take all of my books and I toss them aside I don't want to read them now Proust pales to you somehow Its a gas to be cast in the haze and I've ben there four days Yes I've been there four days I'm so turned on that nothing can bum my trip Its a gas to be cast in the haze and I've ben there four days Yes I've been there four days |
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