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The Dandy Warhols

Retarded

I really might seem retarded,
But I really wanna see you again.
Want nothing but to be your friend,
So I could see you again.

If I feel a bit disregarded,
Don't think I need you to attend
Or you to condescend,
So I could see you again.

Hey, I think like a fool,
But you can't trust your friends,
But you can fuck your friends,
But I don't...
Hey!

Green

You opened the door
I left myself in. Between
You and me, I only believe what I want to believe.
I guess it's because I'm greener than green,
Only because I'm green,
Only because I'm green,
I guess it's because I'm greener than green.

I came up to your floor,
You were dressed just a little
Obscene. And it shut me down quite sexually as a pre-
Adolescent because I'm greener than green,
Only because I'm green,
Only because I'm green,
Only because I'm greener than green.

Only because I'm greener than green,
Only because I'm green,
Only because I'm green,
Only because I'm green,
Only because I'm greener than green.

Not If You Were The Last Junkie On Earth

I never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passe.
But today, if you think that I don't know about depression and emotional pain,
You're insane, or you're a fool who hasn't paid attention to a word that I say.
In a way, I can't help but feel responsible, I always knew that you were insane
With your pain, but I never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passe, hey.

Heroin is so passe, hey.
Herion is so passe, hey, hey.
Aaaah

So passe nowadays.
You never thought you'd get addicted, just be cooler in an obvious way
I could say, shouldn't you have got a couple piercings and decided maybe that you were gay,
In a way, I can't help but feel responsible, I always knew that you were insane
With your pain, but I never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passe, hey.

Heroin is so passe, hey.
Herion is so passe, hey, hey.
Ah ah ah ah, aaah, aaah, aaaah
Ah ah ah ah, aaah, aaah, aaaah
Ah ah ah ah, aaah, aaaaaaah

Heroin is so passe, hey.
Heroin is so passe, hey
Heroin is so passe, hey, hey.
Ah ah ah ah, aaah, aaah, aaaah,
Ah ah ah ah, aaah, aaah, aaaah,
hey hey hey hey heyyy, heyyy, heyyyyy

Whipping Tree

You've got me all tied up
To the whipping tree.
But, oh, my friend,
I'm just glad to be in love again.

My dear, it's queer.
I know low and I know fear.
If it's real, I feel I'm not man
Enough to handle it still, oh.

Beast of All Saints

I have married you to the beast of all saints.
See, you were happier then than you've been lately,
See, you were happier then than you've been, maybe.
I am to blame and there's no need for you to be ashamed to hate me,
Blame me,
Blame me,
Blame me...

I am here with you, baby...
I am here with you, lovely baby...

Ohhh...
Ohhh...

I am here with you, lovely baby...
I am here with you, lovely baby...
(I feel him, I feel him)

Ahhh, ohhh, oooh...

I am here with you, blame me.
(I feel him, I feel him)

Ahhh, ohhh, oooh...

Baby, run...

The Autumn Carnival

You come around to the autumn carnival.
It's glowing like a jack-o-lantern on the hill.
You should be younger now than you were then
Trading silver for thrill.
You come around to the autumn carnival.

There is a fog in the hall of mirrors.
The ghost of a train has jumped the track
Like a carousel which is turning back
Create all the things that you lack.

You can go there if you need,
And it can surely fix you, guaranteed.

Ferris wheel unshadows and shatters
Across the ground into the eyes of the innocent.
The carnie spits at the waxing moon,
And all that hell that was gone too soon.

And you can go there if you need,
And it can surely fix you, guaranteed.

Here comes the rain so you move inside.
There is no compass, there is no guide,
And is no mask behind which to hide.
You come around to the autumn carnival,
You come around to the autumn carnival.

You can take it if you, if you need,
It will surely fix you, guaranteed.

You come around to the autumn carnival...

You Were The Last High

I am alone
But adored by 100,000 more
Then I said when you were the last.
And I have known love, like a whore
From at least 10,000 more,
Then I swore when you were the last

When you were the last high
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh

You were awake,
And I should have stayed, but wandered.
I was only out for a day,
Out for a day.
It was Chicago for a moment,
And then it was Paris and London for a few
Days.

Well, I am alone
But adored by 100,000 more,
Then I swore when you were the last.

When you were the last high
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh

Well I was the first to have spoken
And I said just about all of the things you shouldn't say.
So maybe you loved me, but now maybe you don't.
And maybe you'll call me.
Maybe you won't.

So, I am alone
But adored by 100,000 more,
Then I said when you were the last.
And I have known love, like a whore
From at least 10,000 more,
Then I swore when you were the last.

When you were the last high
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh

When you were the last high
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh

Good Morning

In my good, good morning,
I'm up before what the sun can bring
Early morning, and
Everyone like a shiny thing
All my Angels
Appear before my window saying
'Good, morning,'
My good, good morning.

In my good, good morning
I feel before my thoughts all spring
Am I conscious or
Is this my unconscious bring
No more like a dream than a
God before my conscience saying
'good morning'
in my good morning?

In my good, good morning,
I'm up before what the sun can bring
Early morning, and
Everyone like a shiny thing
No more like a dream than a
God before my conscience saying
'good morning'
in my good morning?

Sleep

Well, I could sleep forever,
But it's of her I dream.
If I could sleep forever,
I could forget about everything

If I could sleep forever.
If I could sleep forever.
If I could sleep forever,
Oh oh-oh oh

The Wreck

The legend lives on, from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called Gitchee Gumee.
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore, 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed,
When the gales of November came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and a captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms,
When it left fully loaded for Cleveland,
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feeling?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound,
As a wave broke over the railing,
And every man knew as the captain did too,
Was the Witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late; the breakfast had to wait,
When the gales of November came slashing.
When afternoon came it was freezing rain,
In the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck,
Saying, 'Fellas, it's too rough to feed you.'
At seven pm, a main hatchway caved in,
Said, 'Fellas, it's been good to know you.'
The captain wired in he had water coming in.
The good ship and crew was in peril,
And later that night when its lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind them.
They might have split up, or they might have capsized.
They may have broke deep and took water.
All that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives, the sons, the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice water mansions.
Old Michigan steams like a young person's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her.
The iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
At the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times,
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called Gitchee Gumee.
Lake Superior, it is said, never gives up her dead,
When the gales of November come early.

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