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Eels
Eels


Background information
Origin Los Feliz, California, United States
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Alternative Rock
Lo-Fi
Years active 1995—present
Label(s) DreamWorks
Vagrant Records
Members
E
Koool G Murder
The Chet
Knuckles
P-Boo
Former members
Jonathan "Butch" Norton
Tommy Walter
Adam Siegel
John Parish
Lisa Germano
Joe Gore
Puddin'
Shon Sullivan
Alan Hunter



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Eels Album


Blinking Lights & Other Revelations (2005)
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Theme For A Pretty Girl That Makes You Believe God
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Blinking Lights (For You)
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Bride of Theme From Blinking Lights
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Dusk: A Peach In The Orchard
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God's Silence
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Last Days Of My Bitter Heart
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Ten pounds and a head of hair
Came into without a care
What they thought were cries were little laughs
Only looking forward and moving fast

A little bundle had arrived
And I was wondering I'll be alive
In a magic world

Long days and dreaming nights
Wide eyes taking all the sights
A little one that goes a long long way
Learning where to go and what to say

Say hello to your new son
Well he surely's having fun
In a magic world

Every moment's built to last
When you're living without a past
In a magic world


. . .


Mother couldn't love me
But that didn't stop me
From liking her
She was my mom
And I was no son of a bitch

Daddy was a drunk
A most unpleasant man
Asleep on the floor
Just inside the front door
With a smile underneath his red nose

The wrong look is way
Well that could really wreck his day
And believe me when I say
It would wreck your day too

Grandma took me in
Though times were pretty thin
Said I was no son of a bitch

Down on my knees
Begging God please


. . .


Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees
Blinking down a morsecode signal
Especially for me

Ain't no rainbow in the sky
In the middle of the night
But the signal's coming through
One day I will be alright again

Blinking lights on the highway cars
Stopping one by one
Get a look at the accident
Didn't see that one coming

And the doctor in the sky
Gonna bring his chopper down
Gonna bring me out alife
And set me on the ground once more again

Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees


. . .


There's nothing that I wanna do
More than get along and be with you
Trouble with dreams is they don't come true
And when they do they can catch up to you

You don't need a thing from me but I
I need something big from you
Cos you know I've got an awful lot of big dreams

I'm walking down a lonely road
Clear to me now but I was never told
Trouble with dreams is you never know
When to hold on and when to let go

If you let me down it's alright
At least there'll be something for me
Cos you know I got an awful lot of big dreams

This is the life that I must lead now
Crossing fingers and wiping brows
Trouble with dreams is you can't pretend
Something with no beginning has an end

You don't need a thing from me but I
I need something big from you
Cos you know I've got an awful lot of big dreams

. . .


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You think you'll get under old monsieurs lit
And try to imagine all the things that he did
You don't know where I'm gonna go
You don't know where I'll go

I'll go none to bravely into the night
I'm so tired of living the suicide life
That ain't no reason to live

Wake up in the night and think of all the years
Falling from the ceiling and covering your ears
You don't know how you're gonna get out
You don't know you'll get out

I'll go none to bravely into the night
I'm so tired of living the suicide life
That ain't no reason to live

Call up your best friend and tell him a lie
You've got to be kidding, I'm not really high
I don't know where I'm gonna go
I don't know where I'll go

I'll go none to bravely into the night
I'm so tired of living the suicide life
That ain't no reason to live

. . .


In the yard behind the church where
Butterflies and blackbirds search for
A safe place to rest the night away
We will go down to the brook and
Sit upon the overlook then
Forget about the troubles of the day

We will walk among the graves of
Men long dead with presidents names on and
Listen to the water flow softly by
I will kiss you on the lips now
And as the sky grows dark we'll strip down
And let the water wash away our lies

In the yard behind the church where
Butterflies and blackbirds purch on
Gravestones as the garden's growing dim
We will lay down on the ground and
Put our cheeks against the dirt down
Where it no longer matters where you've been

. . .



I feel like an old railroad man
Ridin' out on the Bluemont Line
Hummin' along Old Dominion Blues
Not much to see, and not much left to lose
And I know I can walk along the tracks
It may take a little longer
But I know how to find my way back
I feel like an old railroad man
Who's really tried the best that he can
To make his life add up to something good
But this engine no long burns on wood
And I guess I may never understand
The times that I live in
Are not made for a railroad man
I feel like an old railroad man
Gettin' on board at the end of an age
The station's empty and the whistle blows
Things are faster now
This train is just too slow
And I know I can walk along the tracks
It may take a little longer

. . .


It's a beautiful morning
The sky is black as ink
The city is sleeping still
And soon they'll wake up to the stink
And soon they'll wake up to the stink of life passing them by
Wake up and smell the stink of their lifes

The garbage trucks are coming
To take your shit to the dump
You're smelling pretty now
Such a pretty little lump
A pretty little lump of flesh who's lost your way
Another night, another day

And when you sleep at night
Dreaming of the pretty things
Don't be too surprised when the telephone rings

woooooooooooo
wooo wooo wooo wooo
woooooooooooo
wooo wooo wooo wooo

I'll be sitting here
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
I'll be sitting here
Waiting for the other shoe to drop

. . .


When you called
Your voice was so grave
I knew it would be
The last time we spoke
You said something
That I could not bear
To hear with my own ears
The last time we spoke

And it's a hard time trying to get through
All the days that drag on, thinking about you

Nothing hurts
Like someone who knows
Everything about you
Leaving you behind

And it's a hard time trying to get through
All the days that drag on, thinking about you

When you called
You might as well have killed me
And that was the last time
The last time we spoke

. . .


People talking sound like dogs
Barking through the trees
Making no sense at all
Meaning nothing to me

Mother Mary
Quite contrary
I did not mean to let you go so quick

People talking crack me up
They don't have a little clue
What it's like to be me
What it's like to lose you

Mother Mary
I grow weary
I did not mean to let you go so quick

People talking sound like dogs
Barking up the wrong tree
Take a good man down
And set the evil free

Mother Mary
Quite contrary
I did not mean to let you go so quick

. . .


Everyone is going fetal
It's the dance the kids all feel
Just get down under your desk
Feels like your momma's nest, alright

Everyone is going fetal
It's the one that's really real
You're gonna love it if you give it a try
You just like down like you're gonna die, alright

Everyone is going fetal
If you feel like your fate is sealed
Then just get down and curl all up
Just like a little helpless pup alright

Everyone is going fetal
Everyone is going fetal
Everyone is going fetal
Everyone is going fetal

Everyone is going fetal
Everyone is going fetal
Everyone is going fetal
Everyone is going fetal

. . .


A knock at the door means
Hello Jesus calls
A ring on the phone means
A trip to Niagara Falls

Daddy don't let me down this time
I'm all alone inside my mind
And it's no small thing
That I must prove to you

A late night card game
With the guys is alright
But I would rather
Take you for a test drive

Daddy don't let me down this time
I'm all alone inside my mind
And it's no small thing
That I must prove to you

While I look out on the passing fields
The sun through the bugs on the windshield
Makes me feel like I don't matter

A knock on the door means
Hello Jesus calls
A ring on the phone means
A trip to Niagara Falls

. . .

Theme For A Pretty Girl That Makes You Believe God

[No lyrics]

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I've got something maybe I should tell you
I may check out at any given time
Things won't get better until they get much worse
Is the curse stronger than me or am I stronger than the curse

Everyone is scared of me
And I'm scared of me too
Never know just what I'm gonna do

Heads up kittens, everything is bent
The sky is dark now but it's the best dark I ever had

Hang on to a little thing, and let it guide the way
Bring it with you to another day

I've got something maybe I should tell you
I'm hanging on here and I'm really gonna try
Things won't get better until they get much worse
Am I stronger than the curse

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Blinking Lights (For You)

[No lyrics]

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This is the day that I give myself up cold
The dust of ages
Settles on your days, and so you shake your coat off
And get on your way

Bloodshot, and trembling, a new day has begun
The dust of ages
Settles on your days, and so you blow it all away
And get on your way

The dust of ages
Settles on your days, but I'm not fucking around anymore
I'm on my way

. . .


Everyone loves you, nobody cares
An awful collection of enemies and friends
Congratulations to you, and sad regrets
I'm tired of the old shit, let the new shit begin

The psychic pain of living in this world
It's overwhelming me again and again
A beautiful afternoon inside you in your bed
I'm tired of the old shit, let the new shit begin

Nobody loves you, everyone cares
None of them know what's coming 'round the bend
Congratulations to me, many happy returns
I'm tired of the old shit, let the new shit begin

. . .

Bride of Theme From Blinking Lights

[No lyrics]

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Do you know what it's like to fall on the floor
Cry your guts out till you got no more
Hey man, now you're really living

Have you ever made love to a beautiful girl
Made you feel like it's not such a bad world
Hey man, now you're really living

Now you're really giving everything
And you're really getting all you gave
Now you're really living what this life is all about

Well I just saw a sunrise over the hill
Never used to give me much of a thrill
But hey man, now I'm really living

Do you know what it's like to care too much
About someone that you're never gonna get to touch
Hey man, now you're really living

Have you ever sat down on the fresh cut grass
And thought about the moment and when it will pass
Hey man, now you're really living

Now you're really giving everything
Now you're really getting what you gave
Now you're really living what this life is all about

Now what would you say if I told you that
Everyone thinks you're a crazy old cat
Hey man, now you're really living

Do you know what it's like to fall on the floor
Cry your guts out till you got no more
Hey man, now you're really living

Have you ever made love to a beautiful girl
Made you feel like it's not such a bad world
Hey man, now you're really living

Do you know what it's like to fall on the floor
Cry your guts out till you got no more
Hey man, now you're really living

Well I just saw a sunrise over the hill
Never used to give me much of a thrill
But hey man, now I'm really living

. . .


I'm gonna tell you what you need to hear
And I'm a little too late, about three or four years
And it may not make much sense now that we are apart
But I'm going to stop pretending that I didn't break your heart

You see I never thought enough of myself to realise
That losing me could mean something like the tears in your eyes
And I wanna tell you I'm sorry, and it's too late to start
But I'm going to stop pretending that I didn't break your heart

And it's Christmas Eve, years down the line
Sitting here wishing I'd treated you better when you were mine
And I have no way of knowing where you are
But I'm going to stop pretending that I didn't break your heart

I didn't mean to hurt you, I didn't know what I was doing
But I know what I've done

. . .


Miss Omaly didn't mean what she said
Got a heart but a head full of lead
She can dream but she never can do it
You're alright, and you're gonna get through it

People spend their days trying to find new ways
To put you down all over town
But they're not fit to lick your boots

Nothing harder to watch than an Englishman
Trying to cry even if he can't
He can dream but he never can do it
Saying you, you're the one that blew it

People spend their days trying to find new ways
To put you down all over town
But they're not fit to lick your boots

People spend their days trying to find new ways
To put you down all over town
But they're not fit to lick your boots

. . .


If you see Natalie send along this message
I know that you've been through an awful lot of late
Girl, steady the trembling hand
That's what you do
Girl, steady your trembling hands
And see what's in front of you

Friends and fortunetellers, they all say you're gonna die
If you don't brighten up, you know you gotta try
Girl, steady the trembling hand
That's what you do
Girl, steady your trembling hands
And see what's in front of you

If you see Natalie send along this message
You may not need this world, but this world needs you here
Girl, steady the trembling hand
That's what you do
Girl, steady your trembling hands
And see what's in front of you

You might not feel it now, but you're gonna get there and see it somehow
You're gonna be alright girl

. . .


A feeling of understanding is very rare
Of someone like me you talk to want somebody to care
She's got a way about her
Changes everything
She's got a way about her
She's my sweet little thing
Sweet little thing

Making love with her indie rock playing on the stereo
Holding hands going down the road when she drives me home
She's got a magic about her
Makes me wanna sing
She's got a magic about her
She's my sweet little thing
Sweet little thing
She's my sweet little thing

Spend the day laying in her bed
My nose against hers
Later we went for a drive
Didn't know where we were
Then I never felt so alive

Nobody gets the girl but baby I do
Nobody gets me but she sees through
She's got a glow around her
Shuttle everything
She's got a glow around her
She's my sweet little thing
Sweet little thing
She's my sweet little thing
She's my sweet little thing

. . .

Dusk: A Peach In The Orchard

[No lyrics]

. . .


Blue light is flickering through the city streets
One billion TV sets glowing off concrete
One day closer to death I know that I don't have too long
Whatever happened to soy bomb

Lunchbox collector loves all the pussycats
But when he goes to bed he wonders where he's at
Fristore shirts and all haircuts, living in an old sitcom
Whatever happened to soy bomb

The day is coming when you'll have to think of it
Was it really worth it, all that shit

Blue light is flickering through the cloudy sky
One billion lonely hearts beating till they die
One day closer to death I know that I don't have too long
whatever happened to soy bomb

. . .


Dear cousin I got your letter
It was more than I thought I deserved
Well she sounds perfect, all I dream of
And I dream about so much it is absurd
But when I get there and she sees me
I'll be impressed if see does not run screaming

My kind of love is an ugly love
But it's real and it lasts a long long time

I had a thought while I was sleeping
I dreamed about a place for us to rest
Eternity under the odor tree
But I go too far I guess
Maybe I'll think about tomorrow
And maybe I can get her to stay that long cos

My kind of love is an ugly love
But it's real and it lasts a long long time

And if she finds me so repulsive
She wouldn't be the first to wretch
Well I decided one day long ago
I was never gonna be the greatest catch
And if she cares about the car I drive
Then she can get in hers the moment I arrive cos

My kind of love is an ugly love
But it's real and it lasts a long long time
My kind of love is an ugly love
But it's real and it lasts a long long time

. . .

God's Silence

[No lyrics]

. . .


Was I wrong about the world
It's a beautiful new place
Where else can a crook like me
Meet such a pretty face

Meeting every day with the rising sun
Looking out, it's looking like my losing streak is done

Used to always feel like
Wish that I was dressed better
Never had a lot of luck
Until I find a letter

Feel like the weight that weighing ton
Lifted off my shoulders now my losing streak is done

Always felt like giving in
To the feeling I can't win
But I took it on the chin
Now I'm finally cashing in

Meething every day with the rising sun
Looking out, it's looking like my losing streak is done

My losing streak is done
I said my losing streak is done
If you can't hear me I said my losing streak is done

. . .

Last Days Of My Bitter Heart

[No lyrics]

. . .


I can't live in a world that you have left behind
Seen a lot, been through too much, but this is where I draw the line
It's not where you're coming from, it's where you're going to
And I just wanna go with you

December is a lonely month in a year of lonely days
It's hard to tell which way is up, or down, or out, or through the hays
People cheat and people lie while you just watch it all go by
Counting days until you die

The stars shine in the sky tonight like a path beyond the grave
When you wish upon that star, there's two of us you need to save
It's not where you're coming from, it's where you're going to
And I just wanna go with you

. . .


I go to bed real early
everybody thinks it's strange
I get up early in the morning
No matter how disappointed I was with the day before
It feels new

I don't leave the house much
I don't like being around people
Makes me nervous and weird
I don't like going to shows either

It's better for me to stay home
Some might think it means I hate people
But that's not quite right

I do some stupid things
But my heart's in the right place
And this I know

I got a dog, I take him for a walk
And all the people like to say hello
I'm used to staring down at the sidewalk cracks
I'm learning how to say hello without too much trouble

I'm turning out just like my father
Though I swore I never would
Now I can say that I have love for him
And never really understood

What it must have been like for him
Living inside his head
I feel like he's here with me now
Even though he's dead

It's not all good and it's not all bad
And don't believe everything you read
I'm the only one who knows what it's like
So I thought I'd better tell you
Before I leave

So in the end I'd like to say
That I'm a very thankful man
I try to make the most of my situations
And enjoy what I have

I knew true love and I knew passion
And the difference between the two
And I had some regrets but if I had to do it all again
Well it's something I'd like to do

. . .


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