All songs written by Stephin Merritt.
Young and Insane
In this town there is nothing at all but a brown school and a dead shopping mall. The record store is execrable. We sit around blowing bubbles. 'Cause we're young and insane and we're running away for the summer. We're deprived and depraved. And we won't get away with it, young and insane. When you're free in an antique car, for a week you will know who you are. In Uninhabitable. We go out to jump in puddles.
Technical (You're So)
You have prosthetic wings. You drive a surveillance van. You're always doing seven things. You write the code for brain implants. There are no papers on you. The law doesn't cover what you do. You and your think tank entourage are all counterculture demigods. You're so technical, you go hacking around the world. You're so technical, baby, are you a boy or a girl? You have some extra limbs. You look like a Swiss army knife (with wings), dance like a Hindu deity, best friends with Timothy Leary. You're a Libertarian. The death of the Left was you. You look like Herbert von Karajan. You live underneath the zoo.
Alien Being
You talk a lot about nothing at all, watch TV shows about nothing at all, think a lot about nothing at all, listen to songs about nothing at all. You have no feelings. I think you are an alien being. You won't let me in. I think you are an alien being. You write the laws about nothing at all, make 3D films about nothing at all, stage happenings about nothing at all, sound and light shows about nothing at all. You complain about nothing at all, go insane about nothing at all.
Love Goes Home to Paris in the Spring
I'm counting the habits you made me break. I'm counting the drugs you won't let me take. I'm counting the friends you won't let me see. I've had enough. You never give me anything. Don't you know love goes home to Paris in the spring? Adding up the hours I waited for you. I'm counting the calls that never came through. I'm counting my friends you melted away. I'm counting the times you were king for a day.
Either You Don't Love Me Or I Don't Love You
Lost roads and towns of which nobody's found the name. All the children drowned and there's no one around to blame. Lost roads and towns left to wilder in seed and snow. As the sun goes down that's where I'd like to go. Every time you feel wonderful, baby, I feel bad. Either you don't love me or I don't love you, oh yeah. When you remind me of all the good times I feel sad. Either you don't love me or I don't love you, oh yeah. You and me in the waiting room of a disused railroad station, scavenging for a few antiques, we'll make a fortune just have patience. If we find an old signal box you can write your dissertation.
Copyright (c) Sep 1999 - Mar 2006 by The Distant Plastic Treehouse