Eels will kill you Eels will kill you dead That's what they tell you That's what they said Always, yes always Eels will kill you dead

Did you get my plane? I think you'll like what I put inside I mailed it yesterday I know I should tell you, but I'll confide It's got two monkeys, two rhinos And all the things I always wanted to say to you But never do Do you like my plane? I'll understand if you just ignore it I like you just the same But do you think that I can actually afford to send two zebras, two hippos and two bottles of my very best rose just to hear you say "Thank you for the plane" Then happily we could be together Just dancing in the rain we won't base our mood on the stormy weather or on two llamas, two emus, or any of those other depressing animals it's incredible And I know that you're busy You've got crazy things to do They tell me that I'm crazy But I'm crazy just for you Do you like my plane? I picked it special from the box and I chose it out a name so you'd have a plane with a name that rocks and two lemurs, two dikdiks and a fancy, frilly note that asks if you like me too and if you like my plane

Oh Simile, you are the one for me like a telephone for a TV lawyer you're all I need I shun synecdoche keep metaphor away from me like Polanski hiding across the sea Oh Simile Simile, you're like a fire ephemeral and hot Oh Simile, you're my desire for comparing two things like or not Oh Simile, you're the device for me Like Axe Body Spray in a middle school you're used liberally and where would hip-hop be without you? Short a verse or three condensed like Campbell's brand split pea Oh Simile Simile, you're like an angel even though you're not Oh Simile, you're like this other thing I thought of then forgot Oh Simile, when used judiciously you're like Hawaii 'cause you punch so potently we offer thanks to thee from Robert Frost to Forrest G. Like one poetic family

Hit me in the face with a curling iron Hit me in the face with a curling iron Hit me in the face with a curling iron Hit me in the face with a curling iron (x4) Hit me in the face Hit me in the face Hit me in the face And I say to you politely "get down. All of you politely get down." Hit me in the face with a curling iron Hit me in the face with a curling iron Hit me in the face with a curling iron Hit me in the face with a curling iron (x4) Hit me in the face Hit me in the face Hit me in the face Hit me in the face And I will look at you And you will look at me And we will both of us say "Hit me in the face." Hit me in the face with a curling iron (x15) Hit me in the face with a curling iron now

Come with me and we'll walk away and we'll be together and we won't care if they laugh which they will which they will like I said, if you come with me then we'll walk away and we'll be together and we won't care if they laugh which they will we won't care if they laugh at us, and they will Come with me and we'll buy a cat and we'll name him Charlie and act like he's people but he's not and we know that he's not like I said, if you'll come with me then we'll buy a cat and we'll name him Charlie and we'll act like he's people but he's not we'll treat him like he's people, but he's not Come with me and we'll walk away and we'll be together and we won't care if they laugh which they will which they will Like I said, if you come with me then we'll walk away and we'll be together and we won't care if they laugh which they will we won't care if they laugh at us we won't care if they laugh at us we won't care if they laugh at us, and they will

Loose piano Cranium Third-floor window Laudanum I think I will die Where chirping birdies fly I'll meet you in cloud and cuckoo land

Logan K. has tried to be an understanding man he's got himself a girlfriend, he's singing with the band anger and confusion he tries his best to hide and from his face it's hard to place what's going on inside He has no wrongs how does he deserve this? they have no songs what a great disservice though he tries his best to keep it secret while he plays everyone is happy here except for Logan K. Half an hour from now, the kids will take over the stage Logan uses ancient skills to suppress his rage then Mike the mandolin guy shoots our man the evil eye and rugged as he is, he has to fight just not to cry He has no wrongs how does he deserve this? they have no songs what a great disservice though he tries his best to keep it secret while he plays everyone is happy here except for Logan K. Logan K., it'll be okay Logan K., it'll be okay

But then I looked into her face and disavowed my ancient ways I knew that we were meant to be, just she and me a sailor and his eel beneath the sea And we promised forever that we would not be moved and we went 'round together and bought each other shoes but now I know how it goes Now I know how it goes

Snow is falling down in spates in Utah limiting my options for the day but I'd like to say a word or two about the things I'd like to do in Utah There's nothing There's nothing that I'd like to do in Utah There's nothing There's nothing that I'd like to do in Utah They tell us that the boredom we are feeling will be tempered out by love and the lack of personality is covered by what's falling from above in Utah There's nothing that I'd like to do in Utah in Utah There's nothing that I'd like to do in Utah People smiling through their teeth in Utah like they think they do in other states and they all go on so endlessly about this thing you have to see in Utah it's nothing there's nothing that you have to see in Utah in Utah there's nothing that you have to see in Utah They say that if you realign your expectations then you'll be just fine if what you want is what you've got, then everything was perfect the whole time in Utah there's nothing that I'd like to do in Utah in Utah there's nothing that I'd like to do in Utah And if you run away with me then we can go off to a better place and it won't even matter if it's awful there as long we've escaped from Utah there's nothing that I'd like to do in Utah in Utah there's nothing that I'd like to do in Utah

I will wait for you though it's dark here and it's been awhile since I saw any light or smelled the morning air or sat around the cave just thinking petty thoughts you've got the sweetest smile you've got the cutest eyes you've got your choice of various and sundry guys just as suited, maybe better, to be there by your side What am I? What am I? I can't define the way I feel I'm not enough, I'm not enough for your unlimited appeal and maybe one day you'll wake up and find you really love me and maybe I won't have to transform I can disappear I can set myself on fire I can wipe away the me if that's what you'd prefer I'll do it, believe me, I've done it all before If you could look inside past the mask and past the pretense past this blob of pink past these hollow eyes there's a question: can anybody love me as I am? What am I? What am I? I can't define the way I feel I'm not enough, I'm not enough for your unlimited appeal and maybe one day you'll wake up and find you really love me and maybe I won't have to transform In my mind, I've made you mine and life is beautiful and everybody hates our guts but they're just jealous it's super-effective! one-hit knock-out! What am I? What am I? I can't define the way I feel I'm not enough, I'm not enough for your unlimited appeal and maybe one day you'll wake up and find you really love me and maybe I won't have to transform maybe I won't have to transform someday I won't have to transform tell me I won't have to transform

Eight o'Clock PM on my TV he broadcasts to the public and to me he sends his image all around the world he's got governmental funding and furthermore, he's got my girl there's a dark side no one knows to that no-good Charlie Rose come on, Charlie give me back my girl His charm and insight cannot be denied but his stupid accent tears me up inside I should have seen it coming from the start as he sat there on a field of curtains blacker than his heart and he hooked my lady fair with a sly come-hither stare come on, Charlie give me back my girl She likes his sincerity she likes his smile she likes his indefatigable interviewing style she likes how all his accolades meet with humility but most of all she likes him 'cause he's better than me and I guess that's how it goes for that no-good Charlie Rose I hate you, Charlie give me back my girl

I walked out by myself in the moonlight 'tween the dusk and the break of the dawn all alone, myself in the moonlight as the hills went blue in the moonlight far away from home in the moonlight 'tween the dusk and break of the dawn And I carved out a path by the roadside where the lights of the passing cars shone and they came so close by the roadside two old friends approaching the roadside where they met at last at the roadside where the lights of the passing cars shone Oh no, look where you're going Oh no Oh no, look where you're going Oh no And I looked out upon the commotion at the scene of the terrible mess I did survey all the commotion I peered in on all the commotion should I aid the awful commotion at the scene of the terrible mess? Down behind the shattered old window as the flames o'er the wreckage grew high I could see behind the old window could it be behind the old window? it was me behind the old window as the flames o'er the wreckage grew high Oh no, look where you're going oh no oh no, look where you're going oh no

The years have not been kind to our poor Anthony the once proud dancing king is now consumed by misery and maybe they were wrong, those awful things we said we told him he was comical and we said his art was dead Now come forth, Disco Tony bear us no acrimony though you may feel alone-y Disco disco disco disco disco disco And all the people cry "we need a hero now" "our homes and souls we must defend, but who will show us how?" "What polyester knight will save our liberty for in our darkest hour only the beat can set us free?" So come forth, Disco Tony ride on your truth Zamboni don't leave us all alone-y here in the darkness stony your beaten act is phoney your weakness all baloney if you can fight then show me Disco disco disco disco disco disco

Sundown at the lazy harbor in the fun town with the creepy barber there you'll find me, lost in bliss on the shore hand in hand in hand with the one I adore We'll lay there folks will wonder what we're up to we'll stay there doing only what we love to just me and my lady and a big ol' box of babies by the sea She'll hug me as I drop one in the water say she loves me, and the evening sun grows hotter then she throws one and it gurgles as it founders yes, she knows one way to make a fella wonder how I made her my lady with a big ol' box of babies by the sea Me and my lady and a big ol' box of babies me and my lady and a big ol' box of babies me and my lady and an empty box of babies by the sea By the sea her and me box of babies by the sea

Eels will kill you eels will kill you dead that's what I tell you that's what I said always, yes always eels will kill you dead