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| Ballad of A Thin Man (Bob Dylan)- Stephen MalkmusSat, 03 Jan 2009 14:02:14 -0800 by Yami86MLyrics:You walk into the roomWith your pencil in your handYou see somebody nakedAnd you say, "Who is that man?"You try so hardBut you don't understandJust what you'll sayWhen you get homeBecause something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?You raise up your headAnd you ask, "Is this where it is?"And somebody points to you and says"It's his"And you say, "What's mine?"And somebody else says, "Where what is?"And you say, "Oh my GodAm I here all alone?"Because something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?You hand in your ticketAnd you go watch the geekWho immediately walks up to youWhen he hears you speakAnd says, "How does it feelTo be such a freak?"And you say, "Impossible"As he hands you a boneBecause something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?You have many contactsAmong the lumberjacksTo get you factsWhen someone attacks your imaginationBut nobody has any respectAnyway they already expect youTo just give a checkTo tax-deductible charity organizationsYou've been with the professorsAnd they've all liked your looksWith great lawyers you haveDiscussed lepers and crooksYou've been through all ofF. Scott Fitzgerald's booksYou're very well readIt's well knownBecause something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to youAnd then he kneelsHe crosses himselfAnd then he clicks his high heelsAnd without further noticeHe asks you how it feelsAnd he says, "Here is your throat backThanks for the loan"Because something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?Now you see this one-eyed midgetShouting the word "NOW"And you say, "For what reason?"And he says, "How?"And you say, "What does this mean?"And he screams back, "You're a cowGive me some milkOr else go home"Because something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?Well, you walk into the roomLike a camel and then you frownYou put your eyes in your pocketAnd your nose on the groundThere ought to be a lawAgainst you comin' aroundYou should be madeTo wear earphonesBecause something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones? Related: bob dylan stephen malkmus "i'm not there" |
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| Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks: Us (2003)Tue, 23 Dec 2008 22:34:49 -0800 by chrisoconyArtist: Stephen Malkmus & the JicksSong: UsCD: Pig LibA classic, brilliant song that seems to have disappeared to history. Forget Slanted and Enchanted and Wowee, well don't forget them but remember this, too. It's just as great.LYRICS (approximated)I wish we could get our act togetherMake some sense of present tense alrightTake our time with what we find and feel itDon't you know there's some place else that we can goMillions of trees to climbI don't really know your taste in ceilings I don't know the RPM you revBut for now I think I'll keep on reelingThis adventure needs a little game my friendIt never, ever endsWe're locked into talking(very unsure)A walking the cottonA rebel attempted to skiWe're locked into talking I'd rather you not then agreeTo walking in cottonA rebel attempted to skiOn gypsum slatsYou can't do thatOh OohStreaking through the ferns in AlleghenyChatting up a panda in a barI like wearing slippers when it's rainingThis attraction bleeds into a thirstLike it always doesHee-heere Related: stephen malkmus jicks pig lib us |
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