This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Couldn't buy a break, wasn't gonna try
Never went away and you never quite arrived
And I followed just to see you running
Things are going to call to you
Things of little consequence
That which once seemed small to you
Now is so immense
And I don't know how you could have seen it coming
Rolled up in a carpet bag, you should have looked like hell, dear
You know it always bothers me to see you doing so well
and to see you look so stunning
Came uptight and went home raving
Strung out with a morbid craving
hung up from the walls that are caving down
ain't nothing in here worth saving
Sell it all for a morbid craving
I just don't need the things you gave me now
The machinery and the tenements
careening through the elements
I can feel the fabric of your dress
I can see you leaning up against
The marble walls and the half-lit hall with someone
Did you draw a debtor's pension
An impression in the paint
I don't recall the things you mentioned
They all seem very faint
The all seem so difficult so difficult to summon
You would have thought you was the first girl
ever learned a song by heart
but baby if you won't rehearse it
someone will have to do your part
and i can already see her coming
slept all day spent all night praying
just to fill a morbid craving
rolled him up a hill and then straight down
ain't nothing in here worth saving
burn it all for a morbid craving
i just don't need the things you gave me now
Collecting common knowledge
Like the dirt beneath my fingers
Though I did not go to college
There is one lesson that lingers
How a boy betrayed your confidence
In the theatres and the monuments
And I can hardly blame him, dear
The way you talk such nonsense
You wanna play the lost apostle
In a hotel room in Knoxville
But you don't know what you're doing
So you don't hold me responsible
You would have thought you was the first girl
Ever loved a married man, oh dear
I don't know how much he hurt you
But I will hurt you more than him
If that's why you keep coming
Came all night and went home raving
Burnt out on a morbid craving
Hung up while the walls are caving down
Ain't nothing in here worth saving
Fick it all for a morbid craving
I can't give back the things you gave me now
Never went away and you never quite arrived
And I followed just to see you running
Things are going to call to you
Things of little consequence
That which once seemed small to you
Now is so immense
And I don't know how you could have seen it coming
Rolled up in a carpet bag, you should have looked like hell, dear
You know it always bothers me to see you doing so well
and to see you look so stunning
Came uptight and went home raving
Strung out with a morbid craving
hung up from the walls that are caving down
ain't nothing in here worth saving
Sell it all for a morbid craving
I just don't need the things you gave me now
The machinery and the tenements
careening through the elements
I can feel the fabric of your dress
I can see you leaning up against
The marble walls and the half-lit hall with someone
Did you draw a debtor's pension
An impression in the paint
I don't recall the things you mentioned
They all seem very faint
The all seem so difficult so difficult to summon
You would have thought you was the first girl
ever learned a song by heart
but baby if you won't rehearse it
someone will have to do your part
and i can already see her coming
slept all day spent all night praying
just to fill a morbid craving
rolled him up a hill and then straight down
ain't nothing in here worth saving
burn it all for a morbid craving
i just don't need the things you gave me now
Collecting common knowledge
Like the dirt beneath my fingers
Though I did not go to college
There is one lesson that lingers
How a boy betrayed your confidence
In the theatres and the monuments
And I can hardly blame him, dear
The way you talk such nonsense
You wanna play the lost apostle
In a hotel room in Knoxville
But you don't know what you're doing
So you don't hold me responsible
You would have thought you was the first girl
Ever loved a married man, oh dear
I don't know how much he hurt you
But I will hurt you more than him
If that's why you keep coming
Came all night and went home raving
Burnt out on a morbid craving
Hung up while the walls are caving down
Ain't nothing in here worth saving
Fick it all for a morbid craving
I can't give back the things you gave me now
Lyrics submitted by brilliFAN
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I couldn't find any lyrics for this online, so I tried to to transcribe it myself- it was surprisingly difficult. I'm fairly sure the first line of the 4th verse nor the part of the song which goes "the way he talks his (?)" are incorrect. Still, amazing song and catchy as hell.
I'm thinking it's probably a standard, bitter love song about a girl who's left the guy in question? I can't say I really know.
Here are the lyrics as transcribed on the album. you people should really buy cds, they are great!
Couldn't buy a break, wasn't gonna try Never went away and you never quite arrived And I followed just to see you running Things are going to call to you Things of little consequence That which once seemed small to you Now is so immense And I don't know how you could have seen it coming Rolled up in a carpet bag, you should have looked like hell, dear You know it always bothers me to see you doing so well and to see you look so stunning
Came uptight and went home raving Strung out with a morbid craving hung up from the walls that are caving down ain't nothing in here worth saving Sell it all for a morbid craving I just don't need the things you gave me now
The machinery and the tenements careening through the elements I can feel the fabric of your dress I can see you leaning up against The marble walls and the half-lit hall with someone Did you draw a debtor's pension An impression in the paint I don't recall the things you mentioned They all seem very faint The all seem so difficult so difficult to summon You would have thought you was the first girl ever learned a song by heart but baby if you won't rehearse it someone will have to do your part and i can already see her coming
slept all day spent all night praying just to fill a morbid craving rolled him up a hill and then straight down ain't nothing in here worth saving burn it all for a morbid craving i just don't need the things you gave me now
Collecting common knowledge Like the dirt beneath my fingers Though I did not go to college There is one lesson that lingers How a boy betrayed your confidence In the theatres and the monuments And I can hardly blame him, dear The way you talk such nonsense You wanna play the lost apostle In a hotel room in Knoxville But you don't know what you're doing So you don't hold me responsible You would have thought you was the first girl Ever loved a married man, oh dear I don't know how much he hurt you But I will hurt you more than him If that's why you keep coming
Came all night and went home raving Burnt out on a morbid craving Hung up while the walls are caving down Ain't nothing in here worth saving Fick it all for a morbid craving I can't give back the things you gave me now
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Man, that was way off.
In my defence, though, I got the track as part of a compilation from Low Transit Industries- sans lyrics. Brilliant track- I'm definitely planning on tracking down some more Mendoza line stuff. Thanks for the actual lyrics- they're rather more with the sense making.