Brown paper bag, don't stop me now,
I'm on a roll.
Plain brown wrapper in your pocket.
Is it still the invisible man you're consorting with,
Woman?

Now that you got it all... wrong...
You got it all... Backwards, Girl.
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance
When you can.
Seen you consort with your invisible manhole.

Fool child, you're never gonna make it.
New York City just wants to see you naked
(And they will).
Though they'd never say so.
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow:
My southern sister...

"Sister, sister" was the name of the band.
Flesh and blood, my death close at hand! Sister,
This is not about me and it's not about you, I swear!
No hard feelings, nothing personal, soft sculpture rides the air,
For free...

Words words words...
Longings, longings, longings...
All in vain...
Just ask Vanity, abandoned out in the rain
By the world, another proud American...

And as proud Americans, we let it slide...away...
Harmless little Negress,
You've got to say yes
To another excess...
Let's go for a ride today...

In possession of eyes, that's it...
In possession of eyes, that's it...
A southern bunkhouse, blue skies up above,
A kindly figure of feminine grace and wit passes for love, These days...

All that slender-wristed white translucent business
Passes for love, these days...
Mushhead genius
Passes for love, these days...

Four more years... Four more years...
Four hundred more years of this shit
(Fuck it)!
I look up I see the North Star, I look up I see the North Star
When I look up at the bar through these tears...

Four white pillars, Yankee-style...
All of America loves to lights his pipes...
All of America live to light his pipe at night...
To which Dixie responds- "Freeeee...

Me..."
And unlashes his sashes...
Again...

Maybe or maybe not ("fast forward" she said)...
Maybe once the seed is sown ("fast forward" she said)...
"This bird has flown south," she said.
"Don't talk about the south," she said.
It's not you, it's nothing personal,
No hard feelings, nothing's there...
Soft sculpture rides hard on the air...

Now that you got it all... wrong...
You got it all...backwards girl...
Enter through the exit and exit through the entrance...

When you can...


Lyrics submitted by Tiger_milk

Suicide Demo for Kara Walker song meanings
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    General CommentI put the lyrics to this one up recently. Obviously not perfect and need some adjustments. Mostly taken from the lyrics to this song posted on the Destroyer Wiki with some changes to represent what I hear as the lyrics.

    Anyways, the song... I cherish each and every Bejar album, but this might be the finest song he's ever put to record. A-ma-zing. Those little traces of melancholy in the horn arrangements, the futility in the lyrics. If feeling suicidal had a sonic representation, this would be it.
    Tiger_milkon December 27, 2010   Link
  • +2
    General Commentthe intro is the absolutely ravishing. my mind wanders to a better place...
    carcrashkisson January 10, 2011   Link
  • 0
    Lyric CorrectionFirst ? = Mushhead genius passes for love these days

    The second one is correct. Taken from the linear notes.
    FiberOpticJesuson January 26, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General CommentChanged the lyrics to what is in the liner notes of the album. So, this one should be done.
    Tiger_milkon February 04, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General Commentholy fuck
    thesteezybeezyon March 09, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General Commentholy fuck is correct.
    drewskieon March 29, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General Commentartinfo.com/news/story/36747/walker-on-the-wild-side-dan-bejar-on-his-musical-collaboration-with-artist-kara-walker/

    Interview on the origins of the song. Obviously don't read it if you've got your own ideas and want to keep them.
    leahperon April 22, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General Comment"All of America loves to lights his pipes...
    All of America live to light his pipe at night..."

    talking about toking?
    wh4t3v3ron January 12, 2012   Link
  • 0
    Song Meaning"All that slender-wristed white translucent business
    Passes for love, these days...
    Mushhead genius
    Passes for love, these days..."

    I think this stanza/verse is an allusion to oral sex

    "Mushhead genius" could be referring to "Superhead" Corrinne Stephens who was in the news a few years ago for exchanging sex in the hiphop community for money and notoriety.
    obscuraaon February 21, 2012   Link
  • 0
    My InterpretationComplete nonsense
    biezo57on July 04, 2012   Link

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