OF MONTREAL – Ye, Renew The Plaintiff

The sacrifice must be for some unknwon deity, babe I just can’t get hard for reality
At least not mine
Your love charity is like
an immortal bleeding beast and here
Is it to motivate my heart to function?
This age is a bitch that burns our dreams, so musn’t you leave
Can only turn away
I wonder can I produce some of heat
to keep our experiment in our heart
I told you I could, I couldn’t cope seeing the disappointment in your eyes

Do it

Oh Nina, how can I defend myself against this world
that batters me like a retarding cartoon?
It’s too soon for salvation, but that word is just a joke

Oh Nina, my whole system is chaos
I’m desperate for something, but there’s no human word for it
I should be happy, but
what I feel is corrupted, broken, impotent, and insane

Oh Nina, I’ve become so hateful
How am I ever going to survive this winter?
I can think of nothing but getting my revenge
Make those fuckers pay, but it’s not gonna to happen and
It’s eating a hole in me
Eating a hole in me
It’s eating a hole
Eating a hole
Eating a hole in me

Little heart can see each suffering repeat
Our sole/soul concession
to find dimension

I’ve inherited spiritual sanctions for some old ancestral crime
It was committed long ago, but the punishment’s absolved all down the family line
Everyone’s so unstable, on my mother’s side
And emotionally barren, on my father’s side
But tell me how can I attempt to atone for somebody else’s willful ignorance?

[rest quietly muffled under loudness]

OF MONTREAL – Wraith Pinned To The Mist And Other Games

Let’s have bizarre celebrations… let’s forget who, forget what, forget where.
We’ll have bizarre celebrations… I’ll play the Satyr in Cyprus, you the bride being stripped bare.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.

Let’s have bizarre celebrations… let’s forget when, forget what, forget how.
We’ll have bizarre celebrations… we’ll play Tristan and Iseult, but make sure I see white sails.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.

Maybe I’ll never die, I’ll just keep growing younger with you, and you’ll grow younger, too.
Now it seems too lovely to be true, but I know the best things always do.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.

OF MONTREAL – Wintered Debts

Can’t survive another comedown day
When my spirit houses so much pain
So much bitterness
So much bitterness

I need teach myself to feel again
Somehow I lost the thread of being human
Wrapped up in this bitterness
Too much bitterness, too much bitterness, too much bitterness, too much bitterness

I’m so confused, what is the function of this ego sickness?
Uselessly beleaguered by self hatred whisperings
And I can’t deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer

Slipping on my own vomit while I
tried to call you from a bathroom in Sao Paulo
But I was too drunk to formulate any sort of earthly language
So much bitterness
Too much bitterness, too much bitterness

Other people can say there is a true belief system
But all my life I’ve been betrayed by my mother’s religion
So much bitterness
Too much bitterness, too much bitterness, too much bitterness, too much bitterness

I’m so destroyed, what is the purpose of this ego sickness?
Uselessly beseiged by self aversion whisperings
Man, I can’t deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer
Any longer

Can’t seem to get the saddle on the spoils of this morbid fugue
My mantras of subhuman nature, just a veil for all elation

The ink’s dripping all over me; the only regret I have is caring
Are we posing? Are we props, riding the anger until it stops?

Father, will we starve today? Father, will we starve?
Father, will we starve today? Father, will we starve?

No my child, there are wild women in here and a crafty fish am I
No my child, there are wild women in here and a fleshy catch am I

Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the meadow?
Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the ground?

No my child, you lay your head upon a monstrous felony
No my child, you lay your head upon a gross misdeed

[becomes too soft]
Father will I cry again, crossed the earth to fight
Father will I cry again, a victim of obese

No my child, don’t be (pessable[?]), the world needs more distinction
For all retribution, a symbol of delight

It’s hard to sympathize with those that won’t fight for themselves
I can’t hold both our faces off the flames much longer
The child of our struggle is free
I’ve fallen out of love with the prisoner
That’s to save us

OF MONTREAL – Will You Come And Fetch Me

I was gazing in your eyes
Seeing butterflies melting on the wall
Strangest thing I saw
Clever little guys
Wonderful surprise

Will you come and fetch me, girl
From the brink?

I’m starting to kink
And I’m too numb to think
If this nightmare can’t be stopped
Go out and find me when I’m dropped

Onto a bale of hay looking the other way
From noncoms in machines squeezing tangerines
Emitting horrid cries
Wonderful surprise

Will you come and fetch me, girl
From the brink?

I’m starting to kink
And I’m too numb to think
If this nightmare can’t be stopped
Go out and find me when I’m dropped

OF MONTREAL – We Will Commit Wolf Murder

Something’s terrorized my psyche to get even
Lately you’re the only human I believe in
I tried to understand his logic
But there’s just no pattern there
No sympathetic voices anywhere
There’s blood in my hair

Now I’m considered ugly from every angle
You’re the only beauty I don’t want to strangle
Can’t you hear me crying out for guidance?
Yes, we hear but we don’t care
There’s no sympathetic victims anywhere
There’s blood in my hair

I want to get all fucked up and tell you how I really feel
Because your vibrant blackness coco artery is so unreal
When I die I want you to die too
Not try to stay in this all
In a dimension without you, spit on this planet without you
I envy you because you can believe in things like I never could
And like, dose yourself into a coma over the bestiality of our race
All I meant how to send into some ancient reptilian form like an agnostic transsensiation
Don’t know what that is (use your imagination)

They paralyze my psyche to get even
Lately you’re the only dancer I believe in
I would put your dower’s blood in my hair
No sympathetic voices anywhere
There’s blood in my hair

Anti human armies spring from every angle
You’re the only soldier I don’t want to strangle
I can see this intolerance fate
So don’t expect us to cooperate
Anyway, it’s five lives too late
And there’s blood in my hair

Harbors
Our most obliging harbor
For this illusion movies
I wish I’d be stung by
Tears of confusion
Will you
meet the common end to
your odd shaped mission?
Though it isn’t true
I don’t believe in that kind of plot
But still I pray for you

We will produce verity holocausts
We will commit acts of misery
We will weaponize silence in a sense
And we’ll forget

Someone’s terrorized my psyche to get even
Lately you’re the only human I believe in
I suffer from this death to find a kingdom raised
Terror corpses in the vapor, martyr’s wrapped in butcher paper

In the fall a monster possessed your mind
You’re the only dancer I don’t want to strangle
Can’t you hear me crying out for guidance?
Yes, we hear but we don’t care
There’s no sympathetic voices anywhere
There’s blood in my hair

I saw you laughing, but tomorrow you’ll say you were there
You looked at me in disgust. Girl, why should I care?

There’s blood in my hair [x3]
Blood in my hair
Fuck

OF MONTREAL – Tender Fax

Stop dreaming of me dying in violent ways,
Can’t you see it makes me paranoid?

Uh-huh-huh-huh
Uh-huh-huh-huh

With you it’s always violins smashed to cinders
With you it’s always memories, last chance to winter somewhere brave

Yeah, you can be brave and try to explain, but
I feel it coming, I don’t know what
I feel the craving, I don’t know what
I feel the craving, I

Your smile was processed in every other frame
In the druggie strobe stop-action effects
Your attitude is impossible to dance to
I hate myself when you touch me

I want to beat you with a killer’s ideas
Somewhere emotions and my physical heart in bootlegs

OF MONTREAL – Suffer For Fashion

We just want to emote until we’re dead
I know we suffer for fashion or whatever
We don’t want these days to ever end
We just want to emasculate them forever

Pretty sirens don’t go flat
It’s not supposed to happen like that
Not like that
Not like that
Not like that

We’ve got to keep it physical
When our tellies are six hours away
Please call to say that you miss me, feel me or whatever
Vicissitudes are boxing our heads
Like they just want to emaciate them forever
Forever
Forever

Pretty sirens don’t go flat
It’s not supposed to happen like that
Not like that
Not like that
Not like that

We’ve got to keep our little click clicking at 130 BPM
It’s not too slow
If we’ve got to burn out, let’s do it together
Let’s all melt down together
Together
Let’s go together
Let’s do it together
Let’s go together

…Focus… (…calling…)
…What’s the status? (eleven)…

Forever
Forever
Pretty sirens don’t go flat
It’s not supposed to happen like that
Not like that
Not like that
Not like that

We’ve got to keep our little click clicking at 130 BPM
It’s not too slow
If we’ve got to burn out, let’s do it together
Let’s all melt down together
Together
Let’s go together
Let’s do it together
Let’s go together

OF MONTREAL – Steppin’ Out

I’m the wrong color but I’m on the one
Wish I wasn’t human, wish I was a pop gun

Get off me babe, I’m not your ride
Besides, I’m out of tickets and I mean, where’s your pride?
It’s not so terrible being alone
There’s nothing to hurt you, except your own

Somebody just date raped me to get to me know me
Speech impediment like let’s make macaroni art
Heart in a furnace, got your learner’s permit
Now you’re preggo wondering if you should full term it
Should you get extensions or maybe just perm it
Treats you like a pervy switch, he likes to catch, can’t really pitch
He’s such a bitch about humidity because now his weave is all fucked up
Tucked you in with a bedtime story, act all whorey, sports fantasy about Robert Horry
Three feet big mouth on your teet like a little tyke
I always show respect to the sluts and the dykes
And the freon boys and a banned agenda motherfuck D.O.M.A. baby never surrender

You’ve been a fag hag for too long
Time for stepping out in your front thong (step out)

Get off me babe, I’m not your ride
Besides, I’m out of tickets and I mean, where’s your pride?
It’s not so terrible to be alone
There’s nothing to hurt you, except your own

I’m the wrong color but I’m on the one
Wish I was a chameleon, wish I was a pop gun

OF MONTREAL – Spiteful Intervention

It’s fucking sad that we need a tragedy to occur to gain a fresh perspective in our lives
Nothing happens for a reason, there’s no point even pretending you know the sad truth as well as I

Oh god, the morning light
Sun rays bring my paranoia
I can’t function unless I’m the only one awake

Rancor of our
last conversation that
forbidden word you
deform to
handicap me then
abuse your advantage

I’m nervous my soul is returning to crystals,
because your eyes are an agent of darkness
There’s nothing to fight
It’s just a bit of fait accompli

I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution

Lately I’m rotted in the filth of
self offered agonies that really should
fill me with shame,
but all I have is this manic energy

I lost my page in being the black sinner disciple in your heart collage
Just want to celebrate me
Need to suffer more
Face our pure liberty
Converts officiate
Divides new stratagems to
Disembowel our corinthian characters

I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution

I know I’m upside down about you
Your kindness feels like blasphemy or some sick education on the limits of humanity
So I profane the laws of some Victorian garbage
And listen to you smashing up my studio again

I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution

Lately all I can produce is psychotic vitriol
That really should fill me with guilt
But all I have is asmatic energy

OF MONTREAL – Sails, Hermaphroditic

I’ve been trying to be your friend forever
I just knew we had so much in common
Champagne and strawberry pancakes for an after sex snack
Yes you are a thriller but I’m not your ride
Besides I’m out of tickets, and where’s your pride?

If I could Dr. Frankenstein (Dr. Funkenstein)
The world (if I could change your mind)
Start this bitch anew
I would change the shit out of you [x3]

I broke a window and then passed out in your car
Just then we shared spiritual hallucination
This synth solo about to pay my bills

If I could Dr. Frankenstein (Dr. Funkenstein)
The world (if I could change your mind)
Start this bitch anew
I would change the shit out of you [x3]

OF MONTREAL – Noir Blues To Tinnitus

The celebration has ended
And now no one will compare
I’ll be searching for you in everyone
But you won’t be there
No, you won’t be there
No, you won’t be there

OF MONTREAL – Nicki Lighthouse

Everybody does the same things
Everybody’s the same
Everyone that is ‘cept for my friend Nicki Lighthouse
She is from the jungle and has never rode a bike
Instead she rides on apes and llamas
everywhere she goes

And everywhere she goes the boring people say
“There she goes again
the strangest girl that’s ever been”

Everybody thinks the same things
Everybody’s the same
Everyone that is ‘cept for my friend Nicki Lighthouse
Where she’s from forward is backward

and down is up
so she eats her dinner on the ceiling
and wallpapers the floor

And everywhere she goes the boring people say
“There she goes again
the strangest girl that’s ever been”

I’m a big fan Nicki Lighthouse
You know that I am
You know that I am

OF MONTREAL – Mingusings

Boy I wish you weren’t such a paranoid actress
And I the assassinated candidate
I feel like an accidental species
Some mutant love-child, never meant to be
No motion dancing, feel like we’re an impossibility
Trying to keep the heart in the head but I was so down on the closing night
Couldn’t even fake a smile, wanting to fire all my friends
And just start over again

Ah! Sisters don’t you knoowww, our shit is only gonna get better
Ah don’tcha know don’tcha know don’tcha knoowww
I feel like the last time is gonna be my final collapse

Ah! Sisters don’t you knoowww, our shit is only gonna get better
Ohh ohh aahhh ahhhh
I feel like the last time is gonna be my final collapse

I know from past experience
He never takes it easy on his readers
And you’ll become a foreign substance lying in your familial bed

Technology makes such an ugly mother
But no lessons does it offer only chaos scenarios
And the dream that we’ve inherited, look it’s just like numbers
Still they love you at the office cause you’ve been the subject of countless masturbation fantasies
(Ohh oh)

OF MONTREAL – Maple Licorice

Staring at a pool of maple licorice
Trying to imagine what they taste like
Wonderin’ if it’s better to imagine than to know

I wanted the song to go…
So I wrote it to go…

The characters around the borders are all 3/4 hot June hens!

OF MONTREAL – Malefic Dowery

Love is not a debtor’s prison
You don’t have to serve a sentence
To pay back what you’ve been given

Now I live in fear of your schizophrenic genius
It’s a tempestuous despot
That I can’t seem to propiciate

Now I feel you’re provoking me with your fidelity
But your loyalty and affections
Are somehow a vulpine act of hostility

Now we’re a bore, we’re afternoon TV
This thing our minds are screaming to defy
How can I bury this rebellion
While proving that I’m still, you know, your rock n roll ally?

Once more I turn to my crotch for counsel, and it won’t disappoint me
I know it’s the shadow cast by what’s looming in the profane
And it’s how that engenders fear

I was dreaming of the hunt
You clapped your hands sharply twice to wake me up
Oh, darkness was gripping the sky
I knew I could still be your rock n roll ally

OF MONTREAL – Lysergic Bliss

Wearing an olive drab
but feeling somehow inside opalescent
Wonder how I’m managing to smile oh
when I can’t even pay my rent
Maybe it’s because I’ve finally found
my little tulip my Norge dear
Funny how in spite of all my woes
life can appear rosy and clear
rosy and clear

And I’m dizzy from her kiss
so vertiginous lost in lysergic bliss

(Because it hurts me so bad)

Love the way you wear your curly hair
sanguine and spiraling tied in a bun
Love the way it falls about your face
mercurially gilded by the sun
If we were a pair of jigsaw puzzle pieces
we would connect so perfectly
Creating a still photo of a scene
from the Phantom of Libertay~
of Libertay~

And I’m dizzy from her kiss
so vertiginous lost in lysergic bliss

[Woman's whisper:] Okay children, remember your breathing. One, two, three, four

OF MONTREAL – Let’s Go For A Walk

I know that in my dreaming world
the friends I’ve made aren’t imprisoned there
and they are not pretend.
They are just as real as this world
that I’ve grown to know.
And though I have enjoyed myself I really have to go
Let’s go for a walk so I can say goodbye to you.
That is unless you’d like to come too.

OF MONTREAL – Jan Doesn’t Like It

Jan doesn’t like it when they enter the apartment through his head

Come play with my erection
Can’t you see that it’s standing at attention?
I’m amenable to a personal inspection
And I’ve come to pay respects to your thirty-two perfections

You never going to get to Janna, killing dreams like that
Thor will see that it just never happened

I met your friend at the festival
He asked me why I was so pretentious
As I was being interviewed, I was thinking, “My God!
They always pick the wrong time to try and break your heart”

Everybody seems so critical
He started shaking because he realized that we were so aligned
Like the sisters and the kids who are always making scenes out of nothing
Yes, so anyways I guess your friend’s sound

It’s another psycho afternoon in the cattle forges of your heart

They only shoot dead people now
They said they only shoot them after they’re dead
Oh
They only shoot dead people now
They said they only shoot them after they’re dead

The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall
The rat has touched the wall

OF MONTREAL – I Was Watching Your Eyes

I want to write something beautiful,
Something so beautiful
That I just can’t sing it
without getting that incredible feeling,
The one that just overwhelms my senses.
Because it’s the only thing I have,
It’s the only thing that makes my life worthwhile.

I know there aren’t too many people
Who allow themselves to say what they feel,
So I was watching your eyes,
In case they just might say something.

I want to think someone’s beautiful,
That they’re so beautiful it’s a thrill to be near them.
Fill my stomach with butterflies,
have me floating on air,
Bring something out of me I didn’t know was there.
But it’s such a torturous thing
That I am not excited by anyone.

I know there aren’t too many people
Who allow themselves to say what they feel,
So I was watching your eyes,
In case they just might say something.

OF MONTREAL – Id Engager

(Ahh, yeah!)
(Is that my Concorde on the launcher?)
(Looks good!)
(Ahh ah Ahh ah Ahh ha ha ha!)
(Talking to myself?)
(One, two, three, four)

Ooh ahh [4x]

He’s just a slutty little flirt and sister he’s only gonna hurt you (watch yourself)
Ladies I’m screaming out to you from the depths of this phallocentric tyranny
My self-conceptions awaiting your invasion clumsy penetration punishment (oh yeah)
When the hope of another wet nightmare is all we have to live for

Can’t help it if it’s true, don’t wanna be your man, just wanna play with you (play with you)
I can’t help it if it’s true, don’t wanna be your man, no I just wanna (play with you)

He predicted the eight-bit empire now he occupies the blur as well
When asking why their kisses are sorrowful remember the howl of our first verse
(My memento little star)

Ooh ahh [4x]

(And again)

Ahh!
Ninjas!
(Ninjas)
Prove it!
(Prove it)
Right!
(Right)

Can’t help it if it’s true, don’t wanna be your man–play, play–with m-Ahh!

Can’t help it if it’s true, don’t wanna be your man, just wanna play with you (play with you)
I can’t help it if it’s true, don’t wanna be your man (Hey!)
you know, its alright, I just wanna play with you (play with you)