1.Dear Jenny
Lyricist：Amanda Mackinnon Palmer
Boys wear overcoats in heat like this to keep themselves from
showing
Girls fill out prescriptions for the tricks
That keep their hearts from growing
Specialists review the year in tears and call for drastic
measures
Send them to resorts for boys and girls to get their wits
together
Sad but true, the facts of life are bound to get you down
What's the use dear Jenny
Anyway the world is pretty
World is pretty
Ashley talks to astronauts back home by means of fax
transmission
Andy gets a new tattoo each time he gets back bathroom privilege
Weary oh so drearily we wave our flags into the camera
Amber goes, the hotlines are all friends but no one ever answers
Sad but true, the truth can turn your smile to a frown
Oh, what's the use dear Jenny
Anyway the world is pretty, world is pretty
World is pretty upside down
The rates are better in the summer
The rates are better in the summer
Looks like old Jenny's doing better
Her rates are better in the summer
Back at home the broadcast warning bounces off of an empty table
Jenny asks the astronauts to sleep with her behind the stable
Christmas hasn't been the same since dad put in the central
heating
Checks you before bedtime with a battery
To keep your new heart beating
And the world might turn a million times around
Before they tell you Jenny
Anyway the world is happy, world is happy
World is happy, world is happy
Sometimes they let strangers in
And other times they check their records
When they check out in the morning dad puts out the lie
detectors
Jenny prays to God she's never heard of for a special warning
All the walls stay dead as Jenny's head is but she's still
observing
Sad but true, the two of us might really make it through
Otherwise what's the use dear Jenny
Anyway the world is happy, world is happy
World is happy without you
The rates are better in the summer
The rates are better in the summer
Looks like old Jenny's doing better
The rates are better in the summer
2.Night Reconnaissance
Lyricist：Amanda Mackinnon Palmer
Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes
Gotta forgive them I guess, but whose side are you on？
Driving around the old town I remember it all
Dropping my lunch box and Tampax all over the hall
And they said
You are a socialist cokehead, we know from your clothes
You are a Satanist worshiper, oh, that's evil
Think you're poet, a folksinger posing, no
A volleyball player？ You've got to be kidding us all
So we hide from the guns
On a night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes
From the dark side of the lawn
No one can stop us, the script is a work of genius
No one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving up
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club
Marion looked like hell stuck in that ridiculous shell
Give us some light and God's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us a light and God's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and God's pure love
We're taking you to Hollywood, oh, Hollywood
And we hide from the guns
On a night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes
From the dark side of the lawn
One plays a socialist cokehead, could be dressed in my clothes
One plays a Satanist worshiping all that's evil
Ones plays a poet who starts up a band of his own
One plays a volleyball player, yeah with both the wrists broke
And we hide from the guns
On a night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes
From the dark side of the lawn
And we gave them good homes
Give them love they've never known
In the loft, in the barn, in the town where I was born
In the loft, in the barn, in the town where I was born
In the loft, in the barn, in the town where I was born
3.The Mouse And The Model
Lyricist：Amanda Mackinnon Palmer
Nothing is certain at this time of day
You could reverberate, you could decay
The mouse and the model are laughing at us
We'll risk it, we're desperate for someone to trust
Let's start a new heart, the new charts are in
We'll take them, we'll break them
We'll make them give in
By counting your blessings you wind up in debt
It starts with your family and ends in your bed
You Jekyll and Hyde it when you could have let
Your guard down, your dress up, you must be upset
Let's start a new heart, the new charts are in
We'll take them, we'll break them
We'll make them give in
It's dark over here on the flip side of reason
The teaser could be something easy like they did it in a book
You're a crook, you're a fake, you're committed
If you did it, say you did it, if you didn't suck it up and say
you did
Let's start a new heart, the new charts are in
We'll tax them, relax them and make them forfeit
The vote by a landslide, the Jekyll and Hyde
Mackenzie macabre, she's Bonnie and Clyde
4.Ultima Esperanza
Lyricist：Amanda Mackinnon Palmer
Downloading doves on your fancy computer
You're shooting for love in the dark
Hey boss, you've found her now go instant message
Her name is a pretty good start
Ultima sits in her bedroom in Texas
And waits for her hamsters to touch
She lost her legs in a car crash three years ago
She doesn't get around much
But she is hoping someday
Somebody will take her away
Now that you got her address you can send her
A matching attachment and face
Slick rhododendrons you make out of paper
With flowers that never lose shape
You have a video camera strapped
To your forehead in case she is true
Smiling, rewind as we die in slow motion
As if it's not happening to you
Don't be afraid of the dark ages darling
You may have to wait, your lover is coming
With mixes of Marlyn songs
And pictures she took at the throne
Knowing her name is enough, Ultima
Foxtrotting, globe trotting under your fingertips
Tapping for oil in vain
Surely you won't think to hold that against me
It's such an unusual name
Someone is hoping to find
Her limbs in an auction online
Knowing her name is enough
Ultima Esperanza, Ultima Esperanza
5.The Gardener
Lyricist：Amanda Mackinnon Palmer
Sorry for the setback
I know I let it down
Turn back the clocks and step back
And spring might come around
My little misbegotten
You're quite a stubborn bud
If we can't make you open
We will take it out in blood
We'll make a man out of you yet
We will plant brambles in your bed
Just close your eyes and count to ten
This is as good as it will get
Always a little willow, willow weeping
Flutter to your knees
The untiled things before me
Oh, the possibilities
Thank you for the warning
But I still see the sun
A little global warming
Never hurt no one
We'll make a man out of you yet
A crown of thorns around your head
Get off your knees and have a look
This is as good as it will get
At last my little flower
Is getting put to use
You've always been a failure
But now you're bearing strange new fruit
The insides are all useless
But the rest is fertile so
I will take the belt from off the hook
And watch the garden grow
We'll make a man out of you yet
You won't know what will hit you next
The gardener's coming to collect
You wanted love, that's what you get
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
6.Lonesome Organist Rapes Page Turner
Lyricist：Amanda Mackinnon Palmer
He told me that I knew just what to laugh at
And I wanted to but I just couldn't ask him
If he would take it back so I could know for certain
So on the bench I watched his left hand crossing
While doubling entendres with the voicings
He said, 'Oh darling, you're charming
Please, don't find it alarming if I pull this
Stop that to free up a hand for heavy petting'
Now there, there, I'm a friendly man
I joke about sex because it's funny when you're frightened
Oh, oh, oh
So silently I sat and turned the pages recalculating our
respective ages
Over my shoulder he muttered, 'If I get any older
You can hack my wrists off with your choice of objects
No, I'm kidding'
Don't be scared, I'm a friendly man
I joke about death because it's funny when you're frightened
Oh, oh, oh
This is as far as I could get, he jabbed a needle in my neck
Erasing all the evidence but there were matchsticks in my pants
And if a rock should hit my head and I remember what he did
You'll be the very first to know
Maybe I'll find out why this damn thing won't stop bleeding
He told me that I showed a great potential
That given I turned heads and pages
Fame would be a piece of cake
But practice was essential
So like a stupid child I believed it
And golly who would ever had agreed if
I had been Schubert or Mozart
Devoted to the fine art of perfecting
Absolutely everything inconsequential
Don't be sad, I'll come back again
I joke about trash 'cause it takes class to be enlightened
Oh, oh, oh
So several decades have gone by, I am still sitting by his side
I turn the pages faithfully, he turns his head and smiles at me
And with a wink he says, 'I doubt we would be anywhere without
Your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting'
7.Sorry Bunch
Lyricist：Amanda Mackinnon Palmer
We're a sorry bunch
The odds of it are such a drag my darling
I could've lost her hand
You should look where you are going
God, I could have lost my life
But I would lose a hundred fights
Just as long as you are on my side
Just as long as you are on my side
Just as long as you are on my side
Just as long as you are on my side
We're a sorry bunch
The odds of it are such above my timing
So you were lost in thought
Well, it won't help now to say you're sorry
'Cause they could've knocked us off
But I would skip a hundred parties
Just as long as you are in my life
Just as long as nobody knew, ah, ah
Just as long as you are in my life
Just as long as nobody knew that we were
Here's to alcohol, here's to all the young
Here's to all of the things that we take
When we want to think like no one's listening
Just as long as you are on my side
Just as long as you are on my side
Just as long as you are on my side
Just as long as you are on my side
8.Pretty In Pink
Lyricist：John Ashton, Richard Butler, Tim Butler, Vince Ely
Caroline laughs and it's raining all day
She loves to be one of the girls
She lives in the place in the side of our lives
Where nothing is ever put straight
She turns herself round and
She smiles and she says, this is it
That's the end of the joke
And loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
And her lovers walk through in their coats
Pretty in pink, isn't she？
Pretty in pink, Isn't she？
All of her lovers, all talk of her notes
And the flowers that they never sent
And wasn't she easy？
And isn't she pretty in pink？
The one who insists he was first in the line
Is the last to remember her name
He's walking around in this dress that she wore
She is gone but the joke's the same
Pretty in pink, isn't she？
Pretty in pink, Isn't she？
Caroline talks to you softly sometimes
She says I love you and too much
She doesn't have anything you want to steal
Well, nothing you can touch
She waves, she buttons your shirt
The traffic is waiting outside
She hands you this coat
She gives you her clothes, these cars collide
Pretty in pink, isn't she？
Pretty in pink, Isn't she？
Caroline's on the table screaming
Confidence is in the sea
And all their favorite rags are worn
And other kinds of uniform
They kid you, you're really free
And you know what you want to be
Case of individuality until tomorrow
And everything you are you'll see
In pure shiny buttons
They put you in this gear and driveways broken
Doorbell sings in chimes
It plays anything goes, bells toll in rhyme
9.The Kill
Lyricist：Amanda Mackinnon Palmer
I am an anarchist, an Antichrist, an asterisk
I am eleven feet, okay, eight, six foot three
I fought the British and I won
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm a rocket ship, a jet fighter
A paper airplane, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
So say what you will, I am the kill
The only thing that keeps you real
Truly safe from me and real
I have a tendency to exaggerate just a little bit
I am an optimist, a closeted misogynist
I fought the British and I won
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I have a wishing well, a living well,
A magical eight ball, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Say what you will, I am the kill
The only thing that keeps you real
Truly safe from me and real
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back
But the sun still sets on you and your retarded party
Nobody came to ditch you and so you drink
To all the emptiness until you wake up
And there's hell to pay again
And the punchlines fly at you
And all the comebacks in the world are in your head
You can't say them until everybody leaves
And it's just you and your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends, your imaginary friends
10.The Sheep Song
Lyricist：Amanda Mackinnon Palmer
Look I made America
Hush, hush, don't, don't rush
Time for crying, time to crash
Brown wine, turpentine
Everything will be just fine
Sleep now, never fear
All your animals are here
Counting sheep I lay me down to sleep
But I see a sheep who will not leave
From the back they catch him in a trap
Hit his head and send him off to bed
Cutting by numbers is kinder
Invest in one with a silencer
All of the studies say if they're
Calm when they die they taste better
Cutting by numbers is kinder
Invest in the one with the silencer
All of the studies say if they're
Calm when they die then they taste better
Goodbye, olive sky
I am crying all the time
There, there, don't despair
We will find your sheep somewhere
11.Boston
Lyricist：Amanda Mackinnon Palmer
All the cities in the world and so very little time
And so many different girls, all you have to do is find them
There's a wealth of opportunity you make your plan accordingly
A pity but the pretty ones are usually more touristy
Say how'd you like to run away from these machines？
Everywhere the spies are printing out our dreams
Seven stops in seven different countries, seven page itineraries
Memories thick as Bloody Marys, Jesus, Joseph, bloody hell
Right now we're here in Boston
In love with Downtown Crossing
New York will still be there in the morning
Come back to bed my darling
I had Julian and Steve, you had Julia and Jeanette
You wear your terror on your sleeve
For all the men I haven't met yet
I had Oliver in Potsdam, you had Elanor in Amsterdam
We're keeping scores so carefully
We've lost the state we're in completely
Honestly your foot is out the door
And I've got scores of offers elsewhere
And keep both feet planted firmly in the air
And tomorrow you can totally erase me from your mind
Not really, everything is fine because
Right now we're here in Boston
In my apartment in the Southend
Forget your friends in London
Come back to bed my darling
You can put the details in a letter
The more embarrassing the better
Right now I can be happy if I choose to
I know that in the morning I will lose you
And maybe you'll be mad and maybe I'll be gray
Before we really understand or maybe it won't matter anyway
We'll find out that your mom was right
And you'll admit you're really gay
And maybe we'll wake up in a city far away
Or maybe we'll make up, buy a house
And have a dozen kids who'll run away, it doesn't matter anyway
Right now we're here in Boston
Don't worry who these jokes will all be lost on
Come back to bed my darling
There is nothing in the world that we can count on
Even that we will wake up is an assumption
But I know for a fact that I loved someone
And for about a year he lived in Boston, in Boston
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