Love Song of Divided Countries
Jun. 27th, 2006 12:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_losThe first four versus are intro to the best drunk dial ode I personally have ever composed. A shanty for lovelorn geography, right up there with the one I wrote for the baby with no face. And for the record NOTHING to do with me. I have never drunk dialed (True story! Far as I remember. High aimed, though, like crazy.) and am clinically incapable of love. Or so my mother tell me. ;p This is very Mountain Goats, one of the rhymes in particular makes me wince b/c I'm sure I've heard the pairing and I don't know what song, and is a first draft with no tune, but should possibly be sung with a similar rhythm, just so it works.
What were you thinking
When you said we should get married?
We live North of the Mason-Dixon,
And I will not be harried.
Pacing the necropolis.
Same parties, all the old grudges carried.
If we were all dead and watching,
our friends were all alive and burried.
Me with my short hair
My eyes that look and smell like fresh cut mint
Me with my long hair, just look,
look! At where all the time went.
Sometimes I think we should get back together
And by strength of will I go home alone.
But I tread the long, dark hallway
to the telephone.
Hello, this is Africa.
South America I know it's been years
since I held you like I could keep you from drifting
And Angel Falls driped from your emo tears.
How is the Amazon?
The mad dancing in the Buenos Aires streets?
I'm just here with my Swahilis.
Yes I've still got that heat.
I'm still built to cradle you.
You with your drugs and your knives.
My deserts' growing here without you,
I am spitting elephants from the cradle of life.
Do you ever feel
Like we were meant to be before the dawn of time?
Do you ever feel
like you're mine?
How awkward to bump into you here
Faithless Constantinople!
Or is it Istanbul now?
Or Moonbeam Zappa McToker?
You've still got that slope to your neck
That falls just like a crumbling minarette
You say you're working hard to join the EU.
Maybe there's hope for you yet.
Your ridiculous Byzantine tastes.
Your empty papal throne.
Do you ever feel
Like you might want to come home?
We were the glories of the whole known world
Since before the word for it was time.
Do you ever feel
like you might really be mine?
Ludicrous Portugal
On the other side of your pathetic Pyrannese
I didn't mean it when I said you had dumb folksongs!
Come back please!
We've been through so much together
We understand the whole dictator thing
I know it's been a long time
But I still wear you like a promise ring
Do you ever feel
Like we're the same after all this time?
Do you ever know deep down in Lisbon
that you're mine?
C'mon Northern Ireland!
Get your waspy ass back in the car!
Even you can't walk till judgement day.
That's pretty fucking far.
I didn't say anything
The whole world isn't saying about Ulster.
I just think you look like crap in orange.
Green is more your color.
You don't have to come to services,
but babe, you know we have to stay married!
My revenge can be the laughter of our children,
You can know where all the gold's burried.
Do you ever feel
crumpled and constrained by time?
Like I will get yours,
And you will take mine.
Like I'm certainly yours,
and you're probably mine?
What were you thinking
When you said we should get married?
We live North of the Mason-Dixon,
And I will not be harried.
Pacing the necropolis.
Same parties, all the old grudges carried.
If we were all dead and watching,
our friends were all alive and burried.
Me with my short hair
My eyes that look and smell like fresh cut mint
Me with my long hair, just look,
look! At where all the time went.
Sometimes I think we should get back together
And by strength of will I go home alone.
But I tread the long, dark hallway
to the telephone.
Hello, this is Africa.
South America I know it's been years
since I held you like I could keep you from drifting
And Angel Falls driped from your emo tears.
How is the Amazon?
The mad dancing in the Buenos Aires streets?
I'm just here with my Swahilis.
Yes I've still got that heat.
I'm still built to cradle you.
You with your drugs and your knives.
My deserts' growing here without you,
I am spitting elephants from the cradle of life.
Do you ever feel
Like we were meant to be before the dawn of time?
Do you ever feel
like you're mine?
How awkward to bump into you here
Faithless Constantinople!
Or is it Istanbul now?
Or Moonbeam Zappa McToker?
You've still got that slope to your neck
That falls just like a crumbling minarette
You say you're working hard to join the EU.
Maybe there's hope for you yet.
Your ridiculous Byzantine tastes.
Your empty papal throne.
Do you ever feel
Like you might want to come home?
We were the glories of the whole known world
Since before the word for it was time.
Do you ever feel
like you might really be mine?
Ludicrous Portugal
On the other side of your pathetic Pyrannese
I didn't mean it when I said you had dumb folksongs!
Come back please!
We've been through so much together
We understand the whole dictator thing
I know it's been a long time
But I still wear you like a promise ring
Do you ever feel
Like we're the same after all this time?
Do you ever know deep down in Lisbon
that you're mine?
C'mon Northern Ireland!
Get your waspy ass back in the car!
Even you can't walk till judgement day.
That's pretty fucking far.
I didn't say anything
The whole world isn't saying about Ulster.
I just think you look like crap in orange.
Green is more your color.
You don't have to come to services,
but babe, you know we have to stay married!
My revenge can be the laughter of our children,
You can know where all the gold's burried.
Do you ever feel
crumpled and constrained by time?
Like I will get yours,
And you will take mine.
Like I'm certainly yours,
and you're probably mine?
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Date: 2006-06-30 04:15 pm (UTC)good morning!
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Date: 2006-06-30 10:15 pm (UTC)