Lyrics:First Album Medley
| First Album Medley |
| By: They Might Be Giants |
| Year: 1997 |
JL: Here we go, unrehearsed, first song of the first album. Uh, one two three. JL: Everything right is wrong again Just like in the long long trailer All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving And nobody would stop to save her JL: Okay, second song, here we go. JF: As your... JL: Go JF: As your body floats down Third Street With the burn-smell factory closing up Yes it's sad to say you will romanticize All the things you've known before It was not not not so great It was not not not so great And as you take a bath in that beaten path There's a pounding at the door Chorus. Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside Put your hand inside Put your hand inside the puppet head Out. JF: Number Three JF: There's only two songs in me and I just wrote the third Don't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave For the two songs in me and the third one I just made JL: Don't, don't, don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't, don't, don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around JF: Hide away folk family Or else someone's gonna get ya Someone's gonna get ya Hide away folk family Better hide away Better hide away JL: 32 footsteps leading to the room where the paint doesn't want to dry 32 footsteps running down the road where the dirt reaches the sky... JF: In the mornin' sun 'round seven o'clock The parking lot fills around Toys-R-Us And my little girl, she will get away Ride her bike down Toddler Highway [Music starts] Take your Close'n'Play... JL: Rabid Child... JF: Oh, I didn't see that one... okay. JF: Rabid child stays at home, talks on a CB... JF: Alright let's do Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes... JL: Okay. JF: Real fast. JL: All the people are so happy now, their heads are cavin' in I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop... And nothing's smellin' like a rose... Because nothing's gonna change my clothes... JF: And then... JF: Alright! Wooo! Hotel Detective medley. JL: When you're followin' an angel Does it mean you have to throw your body off a building? Somewhere they're meeting {barely intelligible} on a pinhead Calling you an angel, calling you the nicest things... JF: Daddy'll sing bass... JL: Oh, I skipped one. JF: It's alright. JF: Daddy'll sing bass... I took my boat for a car... [Guitar riff] JF: That was "Youth Culture Killed My Dog" by They Might Be Giants. Here's "Absolutely Bill's Mood". You remember how this one goes, John? JL: Vaguely. We haven't played this one in a long time. JF: Wow, we're only... 14 songs into it. JL: I think we're gonna have to do a medley of our first album is what it's gonna be. JL: My room is comfortably small With rubber lining the walls And there's someone always calling my name... ...I'm insane. JF: What's gonna happen to Chess Piece Face? There go I but for my face All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face. JL: Ohhhhh... It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope And I wonder why this hasn't happened Why why why And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt And I hope that I get old before I die. JF: I ain't feelin' happy About the state of things in my life But I'm workin' to make it better With a six of Miller High Life Just drinkin' and a-drivin' Makin' sure my dues get paid Because alienation's for the rich And I'm feelin' poorer every day. JF: ...Marvin Gaye and Phil Ochs got married The trees all waved their giant arms And happiness bled from every street corner And biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows. JL: Rhythm section want ad! Want ad! No others need apply To the rhythm section want ad And here's the reason why... ...They Might Be Giants first album medley... JF: I feel like cars are crashing on the West Side Highway, reaching for the dial to change to another station. |
