all lyrics written by gary childress, copyright crap-o-phonic music
The Thing You Love
Give me your disease, I’m done with mine
I’ve had it up to here with feeling good
Dying for some death by chocolate
Dead already, deader than I should be
One too many kicks in the cushion
Softens the blow
Softer than you know
You always kill the thing you love
The thing that you love always kills you
Always kill the thing you love
The thing that you love always kills you
Someone fell in love with radio
And pulled a Dr. Phibes on everyone
Fell too hard and killed the radio
And left it in suspended animation
One too many hands on the airwaves
Out of control
More out there than you know
You always kill the thing you love
The thing that you love always kills you
Always kill the thing you love
The thing that you love always kills you
If that doesn’t kill you, I will
I love you to death
If that doesn’t kill you, I will
You always kill the thing you love
The thing that you love always kills you
Always kill the thing you love
The thing that you love always kills you
Always
Summer’s little helper
Summer’s little helper’s here
I know I think I felt her near
I know I need her help me to survive the summer
Summer’s little helper has arrived
Promise help me not to fall
It’s only summer after all
Promise help me not to winterize the summer
See the summer frozen in her eyes
Summer’s little helper
Help to shade me from the swelter
And the helter skelter temperament of June
Summer’s gone, you’ll have to go
In another month or so
Summer’s gone, I’ll have to help myself to autumn
Which sits impatiently upon the shelf
Summer’s little helper
Help to shade me from the swelter
And the helter skelter temperament of July
Summer’s little helper
Help to shade me from the swelter
And the helter skelter temperament of August
assman from outer space
women from venus
men are from mars
they ride the same busses
they drive different cars
and if they’re insecure
they drive a truck
it fills them with the power they need to
put the planets in their place
turn the world on end
what on earth will you do with an
assman from outer space
mars needs women
it makes him an ass
but he only sees it in
the venusian looking glass
because he’s insecure
he wears a mask
not a face, but a ghastly rubber
imitation of a face
staring right into hers
what on earth would you do with an
assman from outer space
song I didn’t want to write
this is the song
I didn’t want to write but had to
I didn’t want to tip my hat to
and if you want I’d be glad to forget
this is the song
I wanted to suppress but couldn’t
I wasn’t too successful putting it off in my head
but if you want, it’d be good to forget
the verses chorus
the chorus verses
bridge to nowhere
and you know what’s worse is
I get the feeling
I get the hint
you got it, didn’t you?
this is the song
I didn’t want to write but had to
I didn’t want to tip my hat to
and if you want I’d be glad to forget
this is the song
I wanted to suppress but couldn’t
I wasn’t too successful putting it off in my head
but if you want, it’d be good to forget
I didn’t want to make the second verse
the same as the first
it’s been done to death
and until death
I’m regretting this song
regretting this song
vibrating like money
do you vibrate like money
the same frequency, the same currency
everything is yours and all is mine
will you migrate to sunny climes
will you climb up, will you climb out
of all that is ours
all that belongs to us
vibrating like money
it lands in her hands
vibrating like money
and I can't, I'm vibrating like honey
that drips through her fingers
I think hers a mine of all the good things
when you vibrate do you attract
the wrong element, the wrong sentiment
everyone is yours, like it or not
will you find greater things than this
a higher frequency, a higher currency
than all that is ours
all that belongs to us
vibrating like money
it lands in her hands
vibrating like money
and I can't, I'm vibrating like honey
that drips through her fingers
I think hers a mine of all the good things
vibrating like money (repeat)
interactive cardboard
I absorb everything you say
I digest it and keep it to myself
so empty you walk away
I'm full and I stand on my own, understand
that your paper doll is calling you
you can call your own
but I'm falling down
your interactive cardboard friend
with eight cool phrases
I'm on easel, and you're uneasy
you can't stand the way I stand in silence
turn me to the wall, throw me out in the hall
just like a child, I've been somewhat exiled
but you're paper doll is calling you
you can call your own
but I'm falling down
your interactive cardboard friend
with eight cool phrases
let my hair
nobody called with a word of resolution
nobody called with word of goodbye
I was left hanging, the phone never rang in my hand
but always in my head
it seemed that we'd give it another try
I let my hair grow waiting for you
and I let my hair down as you did to me
I let my blood for a dying idea
and I let my eyes roll back to see
nobody waiting but my own little self
nobody waving me on to the next
I could have died, and nobody'd try to revive me
and always inside me
there is no peace in which I can rest
I let my hair grow waiting for you
and I let my hair down as you did to me
I let my blood for a dying idea
and I let my eyes roll back to see
I've tried it before but it always fell through
a hole in the splintering heart
my wooden heaving wouldn't have been so deceiving
if the others had lifted their part
I let my hair grow waiting for you
and I let my hair down as you did to me
I let my blood for a dying idea
and I let my eyes roll back to see
nobody called with a word of resolution
angel may suffocate
emergency, immersed in me too soon
too suddenly and angel may suffocate
this bag is not a toy
avoid any contact with mouth
angel may suffocate
but angel needs my halo
tubular, circular bulb that it is
without it angel may suffer
the rain, the cold, the darkness might unfold
got to do what's best for angel
got to do what's best for angel
danger pertains to her if I get near
angel may suffocate
jeopardy if ever we are far apart
angel may suffocate
but angel needs my halo
tubular, circular bulb that it is
without it angel may suffer
the rain, the cold, the darkness might unfold
got to do what's best for angel
got to do what's best for angel
not john barrymore
and i didn't want to change you
didn't want to rearrange you
and i didn't want to turn you into
the zombie that you think you are
abominable freak standing right where you are
and i tried not to expect you
didn't want to misdirect you
and i didn't want to lead you on
to a road that meets up with my demands
impossible feats coming out of your hands
and i didn't want to make you like me
make you love, make you anything
at all like i was, like you were
like i were svengali
outside your door is a world
is your everything
and all that i am is a man
not john barrymore
just remember what i told you
that i didn't want to hold you up
and i didn't want to put you off
like an errand i don't wanna do
an avenue i wouldn't want to pursue
but i wouldn't hypnotize you
wouldn't want to mesmerize you
and i wouldn't want to chain you down
to a life that reeks of a thing called death
a hyphen connecting the words in my head
marla matthews
marla matthews
tells me what's been happening
while I've been asleep
thrills me with the mole upon her cheek
she's the way to start my every weekday
I need her today
a complete day
is a day I start with breakfast, juice and
marla matthews
marla matthews
tells me things and helps me see the way they are
she's my favorite morning tv star
what's a day without my dose of marla
I need her, sha-la
it's like karma
and every state is linked with watching
marla matthews
I'd be her sole eyewitness
but I can't hold position in this town
the horizontal's gone and there are millions around
watching through the glass
watching moments pass into the history
with marla as their guide
marla matthews
tells me what's been happening in the world today
turn the channel, marla leads the way
I need her today
massacre-ade
we were pushed aside from the massacre-ade
we were set aside, we were pests aside
we were cast aside, always at your side
we were pushed aside from the passing parade
left to fend for ourselves, come to mend ourselves
right to wrong ourselves, carry on yourselves
without us getting in the way
without us weighing on your thoughts and your apron strings
you could set your course and your corset strings
without us you could find your way
we want no part of your massacre-ade
we want nothing more than that something more
what we're dying for is that one thing more
we want no part of your passing parade
it's a passing phase, not a lasting phase
no elastic waste, so set in your ways
we drank from the cup of your massacre-ade
it was bittersweet, hypocrites are we
it was idiocy, tasted hideously
we were casualties of the massacre-ade
it was genocide
tossed again aside
book of cheats
while everyone was cheating
I was eating sweets
revenge is tasty
but payback is much too rich and hurts my teeth
while everyone was eating
I was feeling cheated by the servings
I'm deserving as the other cheapskates
the book of cheats defeats the purpose
on the surface it appears you're doing great
you're trading in a real share
for a wheelchair license plate
crippled inside your book of cheats
while everyone was peeking
I was sneaking treats
just desserts and nothing more
I had my cake and ate it all
while everyone was sneaking
I was feeling peeked at the thought of you
I thought that you were cheating, too
in love with a dead girl
i'm in love with a dead girl
i've never met her, you see
i saw her picture in the obituary
that did it for me
although i've never met her
i feel we're destined to be
i'm in love with a dead girl
i hope she likes me
the stars within her eyes
have flown to other skies
but i'm still locked in their gaze
the roses in her cheeks
they haven't bloomed in weeks
the sun has gone from her days
i will follow that dead girl
wherever that dead girl may lead
to the church and then in
to the earth and then in
to the heavens we'll be
i am going to join her
if it means suicide
i'm in love with a dead girl
she'll be my dead bride
a simple ceremony
the bridesmaids will be bony
the ushers wormy and stiff
we'll honeymoon in limbo
we'll learn the deadfolk lingo
a dead dog her wedding gift
the illegible bachelor
you can't read me
the illegible bachelor
smudged and i'm scrawl
and i'm not clear at all
i can't read you
an illiterate bastard
i don't speak the language
and i don't need the anguish anymore
my surface is dull
but i project a reflection
you're seeing a side of you
a pause... just for added protection
my image is dull
and you can't find the edges
you're seeing a side of you
a pause that refreshes, no
my words are unclear
and my thoughts even worse
you're thinking insanity
uh-oh, just a kink in my verse
my voice is a blur
and my actions are hazy
you're seeing a side of me
uh-oh, am i crazy, no
mr. partridge must think i'm an idiot
the man i want to be
strums guitar several blocks away
should i take a bus and be him
his reputation mustn't lead him astray
burning with optimism's flame
and with the ashes smudge my name
upon the foreheads of
the occupants of wednesday's tattered glove
mr. partridge must think i'm an idiot
i am, but he just doesn't know it yet
or maybe he does
but i'm not what i was when we met
mr. partridge must think i'm an idiot
the man i want to be
wrestles with his conscience overseas
should i fight the fight beside him
skepticism mustn't hide his great feats
the ugly underneath is showing
a ghastly overhead is growing
within the pockets of
the lords of the virgin's tattered love
