Oh self-ignition
I can feel her suitcase sensing much
It was the wrong permission
Miss nineteen ninety ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
Charles James Sofa and a household truce
And her every Wednesday night you can count her grooves
I woke up in a house I could understand
The descendants of defendants were making demands

Generally thinking backwards
On the psychedelic promises God make to me in the dark
Some of these kids don't have words
They're as helpless as parakeets in a park
Couldn't believe it when I saw that you wrote
That a burning passenger shouldn't moo in a boat
If dreams are your body telling you its confused
Then I've got a dream I think you could use

All lakes encryption in the lawless rooms
Where you finally lost your health
I read the evening edition and the pumpkin on the porch is trying to heal itself
I don't like magic and I don't like tricks
Havin' a hell of a time believin' we exist
The mail man dreams he's Paul Revere
He wants the whole town to buy him a beer

And I have to remember that your not wanting me
Doesn't make me any less here



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    General CommentI kind of really wish that this was on "American Water," because it's pretty much one of the greatest B-sides of all time.
    heroinhotwateron February 29, 2008   Link
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    General CommentAre you sure that it's 'moo' in a boat, and not 'ruin' a boat? I can't be certain because I don't have an original CD with the lyrics or anything, but that's what I immediately thought he was saying and it also seems to make a lot more sense.
    scooterjinxon November 23, 2008   Link
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    General CommentJust a few things I heard differently.

    'She was her own permission'

    'Gently thinking backwards'

    'All lace encryptions'
    Caffinatedon February 07, 2010   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionThe correct lyrics according to David Berman via The Corduroy Suit (weeblackshelf.co.uk)

    oh self ignition,
    i can feel her suitcase sensing mine
    she was her own permission,
    miss nineteen ninety ninety ninety nine nine nine nine

    charles james sofa, and a household truce
    and there every wednesday night beneath the counter booth

    i woke up in a house i could understand
    the descendants of defendants were making demands.

    gently thinking backwards
    on the psychedelic promises god made to me in the dark
    some of these kids don't have words
    they're as helpless as parakeets in a park

    i couldn't believe it, when i saw that you wrote
    that a burning passenger shouldn't ruin the boat

    if dreams are your body telling you it's confused
    then i've got a dream i think you can use

    all lace and fiction
    in the lawless rooms where you finally lost your health
    i read the evening edition
    and the pumpkin on the porch is trying to heal itself

    i don't like magic, and i don't like tricks
    having a helluvah time believing we exist

    the mailman dreams he's paul revere
    he wants the whole town to buy him a beer

    and i have to remember that your not wanting me
    doesn't make me any less here
    Giveitadayon April 13, 2010   Link

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