And the first one tore a picture
Of a dead and hanging man
Who was kissing foreign fishes
That flew right out from this hands
And when I put my arms around him
I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks
And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak
And he said...Oh boy you are so pretty
Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string.
And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring
Lost like a bell that's tipping over
With two cracks along both sides
And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside
And watched the fires that were reaching
Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees
And the waiting scene and the Sunday dream
They're all waiting here for me
Deli markets with their flower stands
And pretty girls and the burning men
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays
And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face
Across a bridge and across the mountains
Threw a nickel in a fountain
To save my soul from all these troubled times
And all the drugs that I don't have the guts to take
To soothe my mind so I'm always sober
Always aching, always heading towards
Mass suicide, occult figurines
And wasted gas-station attendants
Attending to their jobs
And a nice drive in the country
Finds a nice cliff to drop off
Oh when this life just gets so grating
All the grittiness of life
But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you
You're too wonderful to die
And the last one tore a picture
From the pornographic page
When all the pleasure points attacking
All the looks of love were staged
And it's a lie that you've been given
That just hurts you every day
So why should i lay here naked
When it's just too far away
From anything we could call loving
Any love worth living for
So I'll sleep out in the gutter
You can sleep here on the floor
And when I wake up in the morning
I won't forget to lock the door
Because with a match that's mean and some gasoline
You won't see me anymore
Of a dead and hanging man
Who was kissing foreign fishes
That flew right out from this hands
And when I put my arms around him
I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks
And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak
And he said...Oh boy you are so pretty
Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string.
And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring
Lost like a bell that's tipping over
With two cracks along both sides
And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside
And watched the fires that were reaching
Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees
And the waiting scene and the Sunday dream
They're all waiting here for me
Deli markets with their flower stands
And pretty girls and the burning men
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays
And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face
Across a bridge and across the mountains
Threw a nickel in a fountain
To save my soul from all these troubled times
And all the drugs that I don't have the guts to take
To soothe my mind so I'm always sober
Always aching, always heading towards
Mass suicide, occult figurines
And wasted gas-station attendants
Attending to their jobs
And a nice drive in the country
Finds a nice cliff to drop off
Oh when this life just gets so grating
All the grittiness of life
But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you
You're too wonderful to die
And the last one tore a picture
From the pornographic page
When all the pleasure points attacking
All the looks of love were staged
And it's a lie that you've been given
That just hurts you every day
So why should i lay here naked
When it's just too far away
From anything we could call loving
Any love worth living for
So I'll sleep out in the gutter
You can sleep here on the floor
And when I wake up in the morning
I won't forget to lock the door
Because with a match that's mean and some gasoline
You won't see me anymore
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this one's fun to memorize and sing along to.
Maybe I'm going a little shallow but:<br /> <br /> And the first one tore a picture <br /> Of a dead and hanging man <br /> <br /> (Like someone before, a reference to a "Judah" like man.) (decption/betrayal)<br /> <br /> Who was kissing foreign fishes <br /> That flew right out from his hands <br /> <br /> ("Judah" attempting to entice "other" girls. One night stands, but tonight they're fishes that flew right out from his hands. Seems a party like setting)<br /> <br /> And when I put my arms around him <br /> I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks <br /> And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak <br /> And he said, "Oh boy, you are so pretty <br /> Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string"<br /> <br /> ("Judahs" his friend luring him to a trap of a false sense of trust ("eeriness"-he's cautious of his words). "..you are so pretty" sarcastic compliments see through like rice-paper. when there's "light")<br /> <br /> And when I finally kissed him <br /> <br /> (He "finally" reluctantly/causiously trusted him)<br /> <br /> the whole world began to ring <br /> Lost like a bell that's tipping over <br /> With two cracks along both sides <br /> <br /> (Like someone said, reference to loosing virginity, but I think it was the girl whome he was in love with, and that "Judah" stole away here virginity.)<br /> <br /> And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside <br /> And watched the fires that were reaching <br /> Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees <br /> And the waiting scene and the Sunday dream <br /> They're all waiting here for me <br /> <br /> (So now his world's burning, and he's watching "other fires" which I think means meaningless sex of the party. Sunday dream, waiting for him after a Saturday party. <br /> <br /> I won't forget to lock the door <br /> Because with a match that's mean and some gasoline <br /> You won't see me anymore <br /> <br /> (He'll lock the door, saying "Fuck it, forget it. "A match that's mean", possibly the girl was the match and "Judah" was the gasoline that started the "fire" (meaningless sex) (also would make sense with the "Gas station attendants, tending to their jobs)<br /> <br /> Probably way off but, I think it could fit, in a more shallow way.<br />