"Funky Squaredance" as written by and Thomas Croquet August Johnson....
Hopeful days and stormy nights
I ain't got much to win, not much to lose
Under the burden of my loneliness
It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose
I won't enjoy my collection of stamps
When I'm six feet under the ground

Lonely streets and dusty roads
Lord it's a long way to go back home
Under the burden of your heart of stone
You shrug your shoulders as I decompose
Please keep a eye on those red haired boys
Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones
Now your chewing-gum on my coffin
Take me where I long to be

I can't believe that you want me to wear
The evening tails that will fit my corpse
I don't need a tuxedo
There's no bouncer in the after world
I only just left my dying bed and
Your making curtains out of my shroud
Don't you dig my grave with some excavator
Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse, please

A last ride in the city's hearse
Few miles away from heaven above
A few more minutes 'till they bury me
A few more weeks 'till worms lick my bones
I won't enjoy my collection of stamps
When I'm five feet under the ground
Stormy days and lonely nights
Lord it's a long way to go back home


Lyrics submitted by jmzr22

"Funky Squaredance" as written by Christian Mazzalai August Johnson

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  • +1
    General CommentLove this song!...the second part of the song.
    What's T-I-U? And K-R-I-A-E E-L-E-I-S-O-N??

    Phoenix is great!!
    jpruizson September 06, 2006   Link
  • +1
    General Commentdon't know what that means, but great lyrics overall. one of the best videos ever, wonderful tune...
    i love Phoenix!!
    PiKueloon December 16, 2006   Link
  • +1
    General CommentAnyone attending a church service in the Eastern churches (whether they be Eastern Orthodox, Oriental Orthodox or Eastern Catholic), will find the phrase KYRIE ELEISON (Greek: Κύριε ἐλέησον) or its equivalents in other languages to be the most oft-repeated phrase.

    The various litanies, so popular in Eastern Christianity, generally have Lord, have mercy as their response, either singly or triply. Some petitions in these litanies will have twelve or even forty repetitions of the phrase as a response.

    The phrase is the origin of the Jesus Prayer, beloved of Eastern Christians belonging to the Byzantine rite, and increasingly popular amongst Western Christians today.

    Some deep meaning I'm sure, but put it down more to a cooler way of saying 'lawd have mercy!' :)
    jmzr22on April 05, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General CommentI love this song, 'funky squaredance', totally appropriate name!
    spiderdomon February 25, 2010   Link
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    General CommentTotally agree with jmzr22. And I don't know how to correct lyrics, but the line "Remember all the game I have tried" sounds a lot more like "Remember all the years that I tried", especially in the live version.
    brokenleaveson August 25, 2010   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionThe submitted lyrics are incomplete. Here is the complete set of lyrics.




    Hopeful days and stormy nights
    I ain't got much to win, not much to lose
    Under the burden of my loneliness
    It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose
    I won't enjoy my collection of stamps
    When I'm six feet under the ground

    Lonely streets and dusty roads
    Lord it's a long way to go back home
    Under the burden of your heart of stone
    You shrug your shoulders as I decompose
    Please keep a eye on those red haired boys
    Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones

    Now your chewing-gum on my coffin
    Take me where I long to be

    I can't believe that you want me to wear
    The evening tails that will fit my corpse
    I don't need a tuxedo
    There's no bouncer in the after world
    I only just left my dying bed and
    Your making curtains out of my shroud

    Don't you dig my grave with some excavator
    Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse, please

    A last ride in the city's hearse
    Few miles away from heaven above
    A few more minutes 'till they bury me
    A few more weeks 'till worms lick my bones
    I won't enjoy my collection of stamps
    Now I'm five feet under the ground

    Stormy days and lonely nights
    Lord it's a long way to go back home

    All the boys raise your hands up in the air (yeah)
    Now all the girls raise your hands up in the air (yeah)
    Everybody one more time (yeah)
    Let's all have a real good time together
    One, two, three, let's go

    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance

    Tonight's the night girls, yeah
    Come on, let's get all antsy

    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance

    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance

    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance

    You seem so glad my place is free
    Now you're dancing on my grave
    What a cruel way to treat a friend

    Live my life in dignity
    Well I must confess
    Looking for a place

    Everybody has to demonstrate
    And everybody has to see you wait
    Thinking of a real way to see

    What matters is the love that you give
    Remember all the thing that you've seen
    Does another go and never seen

    Nothing in my forgotten years
    Life got a little serious
    Give me real self-esteem

    It's buried in my P-A-S-T
    Give a lot, a whole lot recieved
    Heaven-sent T.N.T.

    Uh, can't go further, losing

    I cant go losing my mind
    Remember all the game have I tried
    Buried in my P-A-S-T

    We call love late at day
    Late at night I dropped in hate
    Dropping in a heaven fantasy

    Heaven knows what I'm gonna do
    Living in a lonesome avenue
    Done in the P-A-S-T

    Go without the love I receive
    K-A-R-I-E E-L-E-I-S-O-N
    Mmm, everybody, has god to demonstrate

    Everybody has a T-I-U
    He has things you'd never do
    Thinking in a real avenue

    What matters is the love that you give

    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
    Tracer33on April 26, 2012   Link
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    General CommentI was looking for the accurate lyrics of the last part just now. Seems like you posted them just for me :O

    Sounds like a really personal song to me (the last part at least). Some thoughts and lessons from his life I guess.
    Kaleidoon May 26, 2012   Link
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    General CommentThis is a massively underrated song. The guitar solo at 5.45 minutes in is one of the track's several highlights.
    matt101234on July 14, 2017   Link

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