Bored to life you shower with a knife
you mix Ambien and motorbikes
she heaves a sigh in the middle of the night
that says come inside her and it kills the vibe

Bored to life you huff glue and wine
you paint portraits of pretty babies
crying out a short bus eyes for you
(wa wa wa wa)

You gravitate towards lovers named
after days you were weak and hurricanes
and hope that they hold you like an avalanche

And I hit my head and I had a vision quest
I rode on the wings of a giant talking bat
said to trust my sonar
'cause happiness don't ever last

And I can feel it
can you feel it?
It's like a warm
it's like a swarm
atomic cloud that's raining down, washing over us
I can feel it, can you feel it?
It's like a warm
it's like a swarm
atomic cloud that's raining down, washing over us

There must be something in the air
that's making us all go crazy here
our friends are either breeding, dying,
or losing all their marbles trying

Told me that you turn to pygmies
and the dark arts to ease your suffering
it's why your running through the bush with a tazer and a tan

Blame me for your bouts of sadness,
blame the magic that makes the mattress
melt so wonderfully with another's body in the dark

And I hate my head
so I bury it in the sand
If I razor cut some bangs
will I forget who I am?
staring at the man who's in the mirror
and how the fuck did I live this long this way?

(Hello
nice to meet you
certainly
charmed
thank you)

Mister dagger, meet mister back, inseparable, together at last.

These days I feel like a pariah,
an albatross with my feathers on fire
stop and drop and roll the flames
but they don't slow, they just grow brighter
and will you help me search party for my hidden Indians?
the parts of me that I scalped to be
a well-adjusted man

An old surgery on the fondest memories
that keep me bound like blackened ice
to motorcycle crash

And I pour myself a cup of mummy brown
and I'll carve a coffin out of tramp art that I've found
cut me down if you love me and let me sway if you don't
stare at the man who's in the mirror
and how the fuck did I live this long?
And I can feel it!
Can you feel it?
I can feel it!
Can you feel it?
I can feel it!
can you feel it?
I can feel it!
Can you feel it?
I can feel it!
Can you feel it?
I can feel it!
Ahhh!


Lyrics submitted by longlostlimb

Dark Arts song meanings
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    General Commentsuch an incredible song. sorry, there are so many spots missing, haha... help me out with this one, ya'll.
    longlostlimbon May 15, 2011   Link
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    General CommentAlso, as far as meaning goes, this is about an accident that Honus was in before they started recording the album.
    longlostlimbon May 15, 2011   Link
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    Lyric Correctionbored to life you shower with a knife
    you mix ambien and motorbikes
    she heaves a sigh in the middle of the night
    that says cum inside her and it kills the vibe

    bored to life you huff glue and wine
    you paint portraits of pretty babies
    crying out of short bus eyes for you
    (wa wa wa wa)

    you gravitate towards lovers named
    after days you were weak and hurricanes
    and hope that they hold you like an avalanche

    and i hit my head
    and I had a vision quest
    I rode on the wings of a giant talking bat
    said to trust my sonar
    'cause happiness don't ever last

    and i can feel it
    can you feel it
    it's like a warm atomic cloud that raining down
    washing over us

    I can feel it
    can you feel it
    it's like a warm
    it's like a swarm
    atomic cloud that raining down
    watching over us

    there must be something in the air
    that's making us all go crazy here
    my friends are either breeding, dying, or losing all their marbles trying

    you told me that you've turned to pygmies
    and their dark arts to ease your suffering
    it's why you're running
    thru the bushwick
    a tazer and a tan

    don't blame me for your bouts of sadness
    blame the magic that makes the mattress
    melt so wonderfully
    with another's body in the dark

    and i hate my head
    so i bury it in the sand
    if i razor cut some bangs
    will i forget who I am
    stare at the man who's in the mirror
    how the fuck did i live this long, this way

    hello
    nice to meet you
    certainly
    charmed
    thank you

    mister dagger meet mister back, inseparable, together at last

    these days i feel like a pariah
    an albatross with my feathers on fire
    stop and drop and roll the flames
    they don't slow
    they just grow brighter

    and will you help me search party for my hidden indians
    the parts of me that I scalped to be
    a well adjusted man

    and home surgery all the fondest memories
    that keep me bound like blackened ice
    to a motorcycle crash

    and i'll pour myself
    a cup of mummy brown
    and i'll carve a coffin
    out of tramp art that i've found
    cut me down if you love me
    let me sway if you don't
    stare at the man who's in the mirror
    and how the fuck did i live this long

    and i can feel it
    can you feel it
    i can feel it
    can you feel it
    i can feel it
    can you feel it
    i can feel it
    can you feel it
    i can feel it
    can you feel it
    i can feel it
    can you feel it
    i can feel it
    HarveAlbueron May 16, 2011   Link

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