AMANDA PALMER – Ukulele Anthem

Sid Vicious played a four-string fender bass guitar and couldn’t sing
and everybody hated him except the ones who loved him
a ukulele has four strings, but Sid did did not play ukulele
he did smack and probably killed his girlfriend Nancy Spungen

if only Sid had had a ukulele, maybe he could have been happy
maybe he would not have suffered such a sad end
he maybe would have not done all that heroin instead
he maybe would’ve sat around just singing nice songs to his girlfriend

so play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong
‘cos even if your grades are bad, it doesn’t mean you’re failing
do your homework with a fork
and eat your fruit loops in the dark
and bring your etch-a-sketch to work
and play your ukulele

ukulele small and forceful
brave and peaceful
you can play the ukulele too it is painfully simple
play your ukulele badly, play your ukulele loudly
ukulele banish evil
ukulele save the people
ukulele gleaming golden on the top of every steeple

lizzie borden took an axe, and gave her father thirty whacks
then gave her mother thirty-one, and left a tragic puzzle
if only they had given her an instrument, those puritans
had lost the plot completely
see what happens when you muzzle
a person’s creativity
and do not let them sing and scream
and nowadays it’s worse ‘cause kids have automatic handguns
it takes about an hour to learn how to play the ukulele
about same to teach someone to build a standard pipe bomb
YOU DO THE MATH

so play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong
‘cos even if your grades are bad, it doesn’t mean you’re failing
do your homework with a fork
and eat your fruit loops in the dark
and bring your flask of jack to work
and play your ukulele

ukulele, thing of wonder
ukulele, wand of thunder
you can play the ukulele, too
in london and down under
play joan jett, and play jacques brel
and eminem and neutral milk hotel
the children crush the hatred
play your ukulele naked
and if anybody tries to steal your ukulele, let them take it

imagine there’s no music, imagine there are no songs
imagine that john lennon wasn’t shot in front of his apartment
imagine if john lennon had composed “imagine” on the ukulele
maybe folks would have more clearly got the message

you may think my approach is simple-minded and naïve
like if you want to save the world then why not quit and feed the hungry
but people for millennia have needed music to survive
and that’s why I’ve promised john that i will not feel guilty

so play your favorite beatles’ song
and make the subway fall in love
they’re only $19.95, that’s not a lot of money
play until the sun comes up
and play until your fingers suffer
play LCD soundsystem songs on your ukulele
quit the bitching on your blog
and stop pretending art is hard
just limit yourself to three chords
and do not practice daily
you’ll minimize some stranger’s sadness
with a piece of wood and plastic
holy fuck it’s so fantastic, playing ukulele
eat your homework with a fork
and do your fruit loops in the dark
bring your etch-a-sketch to work
your flask of jack
your vibrator
your fear of heights
your nikon lens
your mom and dad
your disco stick
your soundtrack from “karate kid”
your ginsu knives
your rosary
your new rebecca black CD
your favorite room
your bowie knife
your stuffed giraffe
your new glass eye
your sousaphone
your breakfast tea
your nick drake tapes
your giving tree
your ice cream truck
your missing wife
your will to live
your urge to cry
remember we’re all going to die
so PLAY YOUR UKULELE

AMANDA PALMER – Melody Dean

I never met a lady
Quite as pretty as Melody Dean
And when I laid my head
Down on her heart
It beated out your name
And so I had to listen
To her heartbeat
Several hundred times
And she was very nice about it
Held my hand and didn’t mind

I never put my foot in the same river twice
I don’t like getting wet
You take the good
You take the bad
You take it all
And that is all you get
The fact is you would rather I be lonely
In a bathtub with a book
The fact is you would rather I sat pining
On our pictures from New York
New York, New York, New York

But I get torn to pieces
For the stupidest reasons
All I want’s to love the one I’m with
Just like the song says

I don’t like picking sides
I don’t like sticking
My Cherona in a box
I like to spread her out on different crackers, yeah
I like the way she looks
And when I go to bed at night
With Melody undressing in my head
To get to sleep
You know that I would rather be undressing you instead
Instead, instead, instead

I never met a lady
Quite as pretty as Melody Dean
And even though I know you are
A little bit angry with me
You know that it is you I love
And you I want to get me off
But you can only do that when you’re here
And right now you are not

I never cross the Continental Divide
Without thinking about you
I am a tree that’s carved up with her name
She is a warrior tattoo
And the fact is you’re selective
About what you can remember for a start
The fact is you’re just jealous as all get out
We can do it in the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark

But I get torn to pieces for the stupidest reasons
All I want’s to love the one I’m with
Like Stephen Stills says

I never met a lady
Quite as pretty as Melody Dean
And even though I know you are
A little bit angry with me
You know that it is you I love
And you I want to get me off
But you can only do that when you’re here
And right now you are not

AMANDA PALMER – Massachusetts Avenue

Every time I walk along this street, I think of you
And given it’s the city’s major thoroughfare, I’m screwed
Taking an alternative’s a little hard to do
It’s the street I live on

Massachusetts Avenue

There’s the crosswalk where a milk truck almost ran me down
The day I finally saw you when you got back into town
I don’t know if you saw me, ’cause I turned so quick around
Hiding into traffic, clearly dying to be found

Do you remember crying in the park and shutting up?
Do you remember running and me trying to catch up?
Do you remember loving me more than I could be loved?
I chased you for so long, and when I caught you, I gave up
There’s no other way to get to work
After all these years, it just gets worse
Memories so dull and well-rehearsed

Storrow Drive is pretty in the springtime
Storrow Drive is pretty in the fall
You don’t have go home in a straight line
You don’t have to go back home at all

There’s the cemetery where I broke your heart in two
And there’s the pair of stones that we had laughed was me and you
I stared at them a long time, and I asked if it was true
If I still really loved you
And they answered

Yes, I do

(I do)

People come and go, but these four lanes will never move
Little peach and exes’ Jeeps eventually die, too
Even if the russians came and named it something new
It would always look like Massachusetts Avenue

Storrow Drive is pretty in the springtime
Storrow Drive is pretty in the fall
You don’t have go home in a straight line
You don’t have to go back home at all

Storrow Drive is pretty in the springtime
Storrow Drive is pretty in the fall
You don’t have go home in a straight line
You don’t need to be alone at all

AMANDA PALMER – Makin’ Whoopee

Another pride
Another tune
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season
Another reason
For making whoopie

A lot of shoes
A lot of rice
The groom is nervous, he answers twice
It’s really killing, that he’s so willing
To make whoopie

Ugh.

Picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture that same sweet love nest
Think what a year can bring
He’s washing dishes and baby clothes
He’s so ambitious, he even sews
But don’t forget folks
That’s what you get folks
For making whoopie

Another year, or maybe less
What’s this I hear
Oh can’t you guess
She feels neglected
And he’s suspected
Of making whoopie

Oooh she sits at home, most every night
He doesn’t phone, he doesn’t write
He says he’s busy
And she says “Is he? ”
He’s making whoopie

Ugh.

He doesn’t make much money
Only five thousand pounds
Some judge thinks he’s funny
Says he will give six to her
And he says “Judge, what if I fail? ”
The judge says, “Bud, straight into jail
You better keep her, I think it is cheaper
Than making whoopie”

AMANDA PALMER feat. The Young Punx – Map Of Tasmania

They don’t play the song on the radio
They don’t show the tits in the video
They don’t know that we are the media
They don’t know that we start the mania

I don’t want to see but I’m making you
Ass is off it’s seat and I’m shaking you
Walking down the street I’m the lady, ja
Showing off my map of Tasmania

Soft and sweet and shape like a triangle
Some girls want no shape and they shave it all
I think sad it hurts with the stubble
Walk in named look like an eight year old

I say grow that shit like a jungle
Give ‘em something strong to hold onto
Let it fly in the open wind
If it get too bushy you can trim

They don’t play the song on the radio
They don’t show the tits in the video
They don’t know that we are the media
They don’t know that we start the mania

I don’t want to see but I’m making you
Ass is off it’s seat and I’m shaking you
Walking down the street I’m the lady, ja
Showing off my map of Tasmania

AMANDA PALMER - Lost

I lost my wallet
I lost my wallet
And I’m lost, dear
I swear I had it
I had it on me when we got here

Let’s go to Vegas
Let’s get a karaoke back room
I’ll never find it
I wanna shout into the vacuum

That nothing’s ever lost forever
It’s just caught inside the cushions of your couch
And when you find it
You’ll have such a nice surprise
Nothing’s ever lost forever
It’s just hiding in the recess of your mind
And when you need it
It will come to you at night

Ho

I miss the yellow
I miss the yelling and the shakedown
I’m not complaining
I got a better set of knives now

I miss my drummer
My dead stepbrother
And the pit crowd
And Chuck and Matty
If they could see me, they’d be so proud

But nothing’s ever lost forever
It’s just caught inside the cushions of your couch
And when you find it
You’ll have such a nice surprise
Nothing’s ever lost forever
It’s just hiding in the recess of your mind
And when you need it
It will come to you at night

The wake is over
We gotta leave because they said so
I want to tell you
I want to tell you
But you’re dead, so

Golden light
So way up high
So wave goodbye

Tonight you’ll find
That nothing’s ever lost forever
It’s just caught inside the cushions of your couch
And when you find it
You’ll have such a nice surprise
Nothing’s ever lost forever
It’s just hiding in the recess of your mind
And when you need it
It will come to you at night

No one’s ever lost forever
When they die they go away
But they will visit you occasionally
Do not be afraid
No one’s ever lost forever
They are caught inside your heart
If you garden them and water them
They make you what you are
No one’s ever lost forever
When they die they go away
But they will visit you occasionally
Do not be afraid
No one’s ever lost forever
They are caught inside your heart
If you garden them and water them
They make you what you are

AMANDA PALMER – Leeds United

We watch you your expert double X’s
It’s just like you to paint those whiter fences

It’s so polite, it’s so polite
It’s offensive, it’s offensive
It’s so unright, it’s so unright
It’s a technical, accept it

But who needs love when there’s law and order
And who needs love when there’s Southern Comfort
And who needs love at all

We stalk you your expert double X’s
We oxidize you in your sleep
There’s no exit, there’s no exit

You’re on a roll, you’re on a roll
No one gets it, no one gets it
Your honor, no, your honor
Can’t you protect us, protect us

But who needs love when there’s law and order
And who needs love when there’s Southern Comfort
And who needs love
When the sandwiches are wicked
And they know you at the Mac store

Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh
I’m so excited
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh
The blacks and beat kids
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh
I’m getting frightened
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Someday, someday, Leeds United

Bugsy Malone came to carry you home
And they’re taking you all to the doctor
Burberry vices, all sugary spices
It’s nice but it’s not what I’m after
Sure, I admire you
Sure, you inspire me, but you’ve been not getting back so
I’ll wait at the Sainbury’s
Countin’ my change making bank on the upcoming roster

And we’ll stop you your expert double X’s
Oh yeah, a big stock holder extra cold with two X’s
That never talking thing you do
Is effective, it’s effective
Your shoulder’s icy colder, oh
Than a death wish, than a death wish

But who needs love when there’s law and order
And who needs love when there’s Dukes of Hazard
And who needs love
When the sandwiches are wicked
And they know you at the Mac store

Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh
I’m so excited
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh
The blacks and beat kids
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh
They’re so excited
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh
When I think about Leeds United
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh
I’m getting frightened
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh
The blacks, the blacks, the blacks, and beat kids
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh
It’s so exciting
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh
Someday, someday, someday, someday, someday, someday

Leeds United

AMANDA PALMER feat. Brian Viglione – In My Mind

In my mind
In a future five years from now
I’m one hundred and twenty pounds
And I never get hung over
Because I will be the picture of discipline
Never minding what state I’m in
And I will be someone I admire
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I’ve just forgotten how to see
That I am not exactly the person that I thought I’d be

And in my mind
In the faraway here and now
I’ve become in control somehow
And I never lose my wallet
Because I will be the picture of of discipline
Never fucking up anything
And I’ll be a good defensive driver
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I’ve just forgotten how to see
That I’ll never be the person that I thought I’d be

And in my mind
When I’m old I am beautiful
Planting tulips and vegetables
Which I will mindfully watch over
Not like me now
I’m so busy with everything
That I don’t look at anything
But I’m sure I’ll look when I am older
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I could be that person now
But that’s not what I want
But that’s what I wanted
And I’d be giving up somehow
How strange to see
That I don’t wanna be the person that I want to be

And in my mind
I imagine so many things
Things that aren’t really happening
And when they put me in the ground
I’ll start pounding the lid
Saying I haven’t finished yet
I still have a tattoo to get
That says I’m living in the moment
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I could win this, win this fight
But maybe it isn’t all that funny
That I’ve been fighting all my life
But maybe I have to think it’s funny
If I wanna live before I die
And maybe it’s funniest of all
To think I’ll die before I actually see
That I am exactly the person that I want to be

Fuck yes
I am exactly the person that I want to be

AMANDA PALMER – Have To Drive

I have to drive
I have my reasons, dear
It’s cold outside
I hate the seasons here

I suffer mornings most of all
I feel so powerless and small
By 10 o’clock I’m back in bed
Fighting the jury in my head

We learn to drive
It’s only natural, dear
We drive all night
We haven’t slept in years

We suffer mornings most of all
We saw you lying in the road
We tried to dig a decent grave
But it’s still no way to behave

It is a delicate position
Spin the bottle, pick the victim
Catch a tiger, switch directions
If he hollers, break his ankles to protect him

We’ll have to drive
They’re getting closer
Just get inside
It’s almost over

We will save your brothers
We will save your cousins
We will drive them
Far away from streets and signs
From all signs of mad mankind

We suffer mornings most of all
Wake up all bleary-eyed and sore
Forgetting everything we saw

[Whispered:]
I’ll meet you in an hour
At the car

AMANDA PALMER – Guitar Hero

Can’t get them up, I can’t get them up
I can’t get them up at all

(hey. ho. let. go.)

good morning killer king you’re a star
that’s gorgeous hold it right where you are
the weather’s kinda lousy today
so what oh what oh what’ll we play

stratocaster strapped to your back
it’s a semi-automatic like dad’s
he taught you how to pause and reset
but that’s about as far as you get

so what’s the use of going outside?
it’s so depressing when people die in real life
I’d rather pick up right where we left
making out to faces of death
making out to faces of death

and i could save you, baby, but it isn’t worth my time
and i could make you chase me for a little price is right

it’s a hit but are you actually sure?
the targets in the crowd are a blur
the people screaming just like they should
but you don’t even know if you’re good
you don’t even know if you’re good

so tie them up and feed them the sand
ha nigga! try hard to tell us using your hands
a picture’s worth a million words
and that way nobody gets hurt
and that way nobody gets hurt

and I could save you, baby, but it isn’t worth my time
and I could make you chase me for a little price is right

woo-ah-oo – woo-ooh-ah-oo
woo-ah-ooh ah ohh ah oo

you’re my guitar hero, you’re my guitar hero
you’re my guitar hero, you’re my guitar hero

x marks the box in the hole in the ground that goes off at a breath
so careful don’t make a sound
x marks the box in the hole in your head that you dug for yourself
now lie. in. it.

shut up about all of that negative shit
you wanted to make it and now that you’re in
you’re obviously not gonna to die
so why not take your chances and try
why not take your chances and try?

how do you get them to turn this thing off?
this isn’t at all like the ones back at home
just shut your eyes and flip the cassette
and that’s about the time that they hit
and that’s about the time that they hit

what the fuck is up with this shit?
it’s certainly not worth getting upset
his hands are gone and most of his head
and just when he was getting so good
just when he was getting so good…

and I could save you, baby, but it isn’t worth my time
’cause even if I saved you there’s a million more in line

woo-ah-oo – woo-ooh-ah-oo
woo-ah-ooh ah ohh ah oo

you’re my guitar hero, you’re my guitar hero
you’re my guitar hero
you’re my guitar hero

AMANDA PALMER – Grown Man Cry

We are standing on the threshold
Of a decent conversation
When I can hear the door slam

I know the face you’re making
And I really want to talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But once you get your mind made up
There is no getting through to you

For a while it was touching
For a while it was challenging
Before it became typical
And now it really isn’t interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry

I’m lying on the sofa and the radio is blaring
And I’m scanning through the stations as the boys declare their feelings
But it doesn’t feel like feelings
It feels like they’re pretending
It’s like they just want blowjobs
And they know these songs will get them

And I really want to talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But i have learned my lesson now
And you’re not the one I’m turning to

And for a while it was touching
For a while it was challenging
Before it got habitual
And now it really isn’t interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry

I was the first to warn you
I lay myself before you
I was the first to warn you
I put myself before you

We are standing on the corner
And you’re throwing down the gauntlet
It is not a life decision
We just need to pick a restaurant

After all this, I should know you
Well enough not to get into it
I should learn, but I’m an idiot
You only want an argument

And for a while it was touching
It was almost even comforting
Before it became typical
And now it really is not interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man throw a temper fit
To see a grown man cross his arms
And sit as if the whole wide world would end
If he was not a part of it
But at the same time with no confidence
Never realizing the consequence he’s having
On the ones he loves
Because he thinks he makes no difference

We are standing on the threshold
Of a decent conversation
When I can hear the door slam
I know the face you’re making
And I really want to talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But this time, I am giving up
I am simply giving up on you

AMANDA PALMER – From St. Kilda To Fitzroy

Come in my thoughts
Stomach in knots, and then
Steps, grass, gate, door
Oh, you perfect stranger

Elastic breaking dawn
Last night’s outfit on
From St. Kilda
Towards St. Kilda West
Start my walk of shamelessness

Nice street, coffee, sore feet, diary
Construction men, whistling

“Hey, sweetheart, where’ve you been?”
Paper shop, buy a pen
What a pretty neighborhood
Stop short, remember him
Biting hard between my legs

Then no more talk inside my head
Delicious feeling like I’m dead
For just a second, shutting up
A fire shock all in my gut

I want to feel it over all the time
I want to feel it over all the time

Come back again
Stop making friends
It’s a lot like Chapstick
The effect wears off quick

Nice street, coffee, sore feet, diary
Construction men, maybe eat
Quick, consider motherhood
Luna park, smiling head
Call Melissa, dinner plans
Walking by the esplanade
Feel my stomach in his hands

(I want to feel it over all the time)

AMANDA PALMER – Do It With A Rockstar

Now I lay me down to sleep

Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?

No regrets
Noblesse oblige
Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?
Do you wanna smoke till our throats are sore?
Make out and then talk and then make out some more?

Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?
Do you wanna know all the things I do
When I’m all alone and thinking about you?

Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you, do you, do you, do you?

Do you wanna go back home?
Your animals are all alone
Oh, there’s a chicken waiting on the stove
And your cousin left his DVD of swinging in the ’70s
Or do you wanna go back home
Check your messages and charge your phone?
Oh, are you really sure
You wanna go
When you could
Do it with a rock star?
Do it with a rock star

Wait, wait, wait
I’ll be fine in a minute
Wait, wait, wait
I’ll be fine in a minute
Fine in a minute

I don’t want your body
Just a part to listen to INXS
All the practice in the world
Won’t get me good at loneliness-ness
Loneliless-ness
Loneliness-less
Ness-less-ness-less

Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?
Do you wanna see all my cavities?
Talk about the crisis in the Middle East?
Do you wanna get really terrified?
Ice caps are all melting, and we’re gonna die
Do you wanna cry?
I can make you cry
Do you wanna hit me, baby, one more time?

Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you wanna go back home?
Your animals are all alone
Oh, there’s a chicken waiting on the stove
And your cousin left his DVD of swinging in the ’70s
Or do you wanna go back home
Check your messages and charge your phone?
Oh, are you really sure
You wanna go
When you could
Do it with a rock star?
Do it with a rock star

Wait, wait, wait
I’ll be fine in a minute
Wait, wait, wait
I’ll be fine in a minute

(Do you wanna go back home?)
Wait, wait, wait
I’ll be fine in a minute
(Do you wanna go back home?)
Wait wait wait
I’ll be fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute

AMANDA PALMER – Doctor Oz

Traveling in circles,
The world’s a sinking oyster,
And my bed’s become unfathomably white.

Oh, workin’ workin’ workin’ workin’
Dream about the cloister,
And occasionally get out to see the sun shine

Oh, then I see him at a distance,
He is devilishly handsome.
He is charming and impeccably dressed.
He has a little black bag with him,
And what’s in it isn’t certain,
But I’m going to take an educated guess.

Oh, I’m starting to feel faint,
Like a lady in a movie.
Oh, someone fetch ammonia and some towels.
Oh, but it needs to be administered
By a fella who is registered…
Is there a doctor in the house?

Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz,
Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz,
Show me how they treat you in the South.

You call this arctic bullshit summer?
It’s a sad excuse for weather,
And I want to crawl and live inside the couch.
Oh, but despite the bitter chills,
And the difficultly breathing,
There’s a fire in my stomach and it won’t go out
Until I’m traveling in circles,
And the world’s a sinking oyster,
and my bed’s become unfathomably white.

Oh, workin’ workin’ workin’ workin’
Dream about the cloister
And occasionally get out to see the sun shine

Could it be an illness
I’ve contracted from the business?
And could it be transmittable by mouth?
Oh, you my friends are witness,
As I try to kick the sickness,
Is there a doctor in the house?

Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz,
Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz
Show me how you do it…
In the South.

AMANDA PALMER – Denial Thing

Why not kill a 12-year-old or two?
You better do it now
Before it gets a chance to get you blue
Well, you’re doing the best you can
You really are a handsome man
And I always thought that look was good for you

You’re gonna dodge the fuzz, the Mexico
You won’t go blind
And that cigarette’ll make you grow, grow, grow
You’ve got such a lovely bed
What a very nice trail of dead
Did you think it wouldn’t happen
If you acted like you didn’t know?

Well, it’s happening right now
It’s happening right now

You just can’t fake your way around it, kid
You’re gonna keep on getting killer karma if you keep it hid
Well, you’ve dug this grave for months
I’m just giving you a little shove
And now you’re innocently asking what you did

Well, you’re doing it right now
You’re doing it right now

Oh, I’ll miss you, and all the best to you
Oh, I’ll miss you, and all the best to you
Hope the whole denial thing works out

Oh, even when you tried to disappear
You shouted so loud for help that you could never hear
Oh, always wondering what went wrong
Singing everybody else’s songs
Well, it doesn’t matter now
Well, it doesn’t matter now

Oh, I’ll miss you, and all the best to you
Oh, I’ll miss you, and all the best to you
Hope the whole denial thing works out

Hope the whole denial thing works out

AMANDA PALMER – Meow Meow Introduces The Grand Theft Orchestra

Meine Damen und Herren
Wie könnte ich meine Pulsadern aufschneiden, wenn ich nicht aufhören kann zu tanzen?
Unverfroren und ganz verloren, direkt aus New York City, the Grand Theft Orchester!

AMANDA PALMER – Bottomfeeder

Why you always kickin’ up the sand
Always kickin’ up the sand?
God, man, you’re angry, and it makes my eyes hurt
Why you always kickin’ up the sand
Kickin’ up the sand?
You block your sister
So the sunbeams miss her

Why you always raggin’ on the man
Always raggin’ on the man?

It just makes you lookin’ like a sad-sack actor
Why you always raggin’ on the man?
Raggin’ on some system you think killed him
But you’re so so backwards

Why you gotta be like that?
You’re never gonna bring him back
Big fish, little fish
Fixing in the dark

If I had one wish
Just a wish

Throw me in the water
‘Cause I wanna be a bottom feeder

Why you always hatin’ on the cabs
Always hatin’ on the cabs?

Just means the cabs are coming that less faster
Why you always hatin’ on the cabs?
You shake your fist at God
You ain’t even noticing that they’re all passin’

Why you gotta bitch about the band
Bitch about the band?
You know he loved ‘em
And they kept him laughin’

Why you gotta bitch about the band
Bitch ’bout the band?
You aren’t even listening
And, man, they’re not askin’

Why you gotta be like that?
You’re never gonna bring him back
Big fish, little fish
Shootin’ in the dark

If I had one wish
Just a wish

Throw me in the water
‘Cause I wanna be a bottom feeder
Wanna be a bottom feeder

Wanna be a bottom feeder

Why you always dyin’ in the bath
Always dyin’ in the bath?
Just makes me nervous that lizard king kissed you
Why you always dyin’ in the bath?

Dyin’ in the bath
It’s awful quiet
And it makes me miss you

Why you gotta be like that?
You’re never gonna bring him back
Big fish, little fish
Dyin’ in the dark
If I had one wish

Just a wish
Throw me in the water

‘Cause the cabs ain’t comin’
Yeah, the sun’s not shinin’
Yeah, the bath keeps runnin’

Yeah, it keeps on rainin’
But the band keeps playing
Yeah, the band keeps playing
Yeah, the band keeps playing

Yeah, the band keeps playing

AMANDA PALMER – Blake Says

Blake says no one ever really loved him
They just faked it to get money from the government
And Blake thinks angels grow when you plant angel dust
He shakes his head
And blinks his pretty eyes
But darling, trust me trust me
He’s no Valentine
Though he said he would be mine
His heart is in Alaska all the time

Blake stays underwater for the most part
He collects loose change for all tomorrow’s parties
And when Blake dates girl with tattoos of the pyramids
He breaks their hearts by saying it’s not permanent
But in his velvet mind
He believes with all his might
We’ll all go to Alaska when we die

Blake makes friend but only for a minute
He prefers the things he orders from the Internet
And Blake’s been having trouble with his head again
He takes pills but never takes his medicine
He tells me that he’s fine and the sad thing is he’s right
And when it’s two o’clock it feels like nine.

Blake says he is sorry he got through to me
If it’s okay he’ll call right back and talk to the machine
Blake says it looks acid rain today
He takes the fish inside he’s very kind that way
But just like Caroline
He doesn’t seem to mind
The globe is getting warmer all the time

It’s still cold in Alaska
It’s still cold in Alaska
It’s still cold in Alaska

AMANDA PALMER – Berlin

Your bicycle’s chained to the fence outside
There’s plenty of offers, but you won’t ride
How you pedal in those is a miracle
A miracle

And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through the red lights

Oh, Berlin
Nobody knows where you’ve been

In the space where your brain and your heart collide
You’re convinced there’s a practical place that you can hide
And you laugh at the bellhop
Hysterical
Hysterical

With your bag full of dresses and butcher’s knives
Oh, Berlin
Nobody knows where you’ve been
But they all look so ugly and mean when you’re sober
You’ve auctioned away all your crimson and clover
And Ronny leaves lines out and lights up the curtain
You know what you’re doing, you know it for certain
The last thing I saw, they were reading your rights
If you’re gonna go down, then you’re going down fighting
As long as you’re bent
And as long as they’re watching
You’re gonna make rent
You got no other option

What?
Did you think you were worth my while?
Did you think I would cramp my style?
That if I had a say in it
That I’d sit here and bite my lip and listen
What?

What?
Do you think that I come off bored?
Paid a fortune to be ignored?
Did you think that I come here out
of the goodness of my own heart

To work on an assembly line of broken hearts?
Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts

It’s hard to work
On an assembly line of broken hearts

Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts

Your bicycle’s chained to the fence outside
There’s plenty of offers, but you won’t ride
How you pedal in those is a miracle
A miracle

And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through the red lights

AMANDA PALMER feat. The Jane Austen Argument – Bad Wine And Lemon Cake

I have a little house*
Close to town but not to the city
Far from home but near my family
No water views but so close to the sea
I see, this is how my little life could be

And I’m filling it with things
Like furniture that I find on the street
And all the special things I’d like to eat
Pictures of people that I’d like to meet, oh meet
Well I’m orbiting the world

And it’s so pretty and so lonely

My little love affairs are all scheduled ’round the TV guide
And my sex life has all been plagiarized
In an attempt to meet a harsh deadline

I’d like to rent a wife
Then rent a husband to keep her for life
The three of us, we could be so happy
Then with each other, meet with company
I’ll see them, I’ll find a flight around the world

And it’s so pretty and so lonely

I could just die, I might just die
I could just die, I might just die

And at my funeral
They will say “Tom, he was such a nice guy,
He went too early but he went in style”
They’ll play my music and then they will cry
Then they’ll have a little wake
They’ll drink bad wine and they’ll eat lemon cake
And my mothers little heart will break
And she’ll say “Wait there must be must some mistake.
He can’t be dead, take me instead”

Oh but I’m not dead
They tell me I’m not dead
They say that I’m not dead
That I won’t die for some time

I’m in my little house

Just writing little songs to past the time

Which incidentally is 7:49

So don’t you worry I’m completely fine, I’m fine

And don’t you worry I’m completely fine, I’m fine

Don’t you worry I’m completely fine, I’m fine

Don’t you worry I’m completely fine, I’m fine

Don’t you worry I’m completely fine, I’m fine

I’m just so fucking fine.