posturing; its all in the hips. gone
for good again in
rome and dallas
stunken drunts

chumbling statter
en'thin' a'tall
proven aloof
burpin' in the
corner while we dance

this thick eyed
high disguise is
no use- its you
and everyone
of those teeth
of yours-important
and amazing
hey
hey flypaper eyes,
this thick high cant stick
i cant say why
i cant say why
hey
hey flypaper eyes
i cant play
couldntcarelessanymore
lets sit and stare at each other

lets sit and stare at each other
lets sit and stare at each other
lets sit and stare at each other
lets sit and stare at each other
till these paper eyes tear


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So Open; Hooray song meanings
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    General CommentThere's no telling how many times I've sat in my lawn chair, staring into the sky, stoned out of my gourd, listening to this song... "Her flypaper eyes," such great imagery that only Tim Kinsella himself could pull off.
    oh no, disaster!on June 29, 2004   Link
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    General Comment@ disaster, so true. This is a song I could totally make love to or whatever.

    Hell I could die to this song and be happy. How Memory Works is definitely one of my all time favourite albums.
    RecoveringPainon June 07, 2007   Link

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