Eels Album

The cut-rate mine walking through the dirty streets,
Of Paris, in the hot august heat,
Sun melting the fake smile away,
Just looking for a place to stay.
The actress gave up all her old dreams,
And traded up, now she is a Queen,
Royal familys don't have time, for that shit,
Your crystal ball - you keep it hid.
The tractor-trailor driver radios:
Help me someone, I'm out here all alone,
Truck driving the black night away,
Praying for the light of day.
The kid in the mall works at Hawt Dawg on a Stick,
His hat is a funny shape, his heart is a brick,
Taking your order, he will look away,
He doesn't have a thing to say.
But me, I'm feeling pretty good, as of now,
I'm not so sure when i got here, or how,
Sun melting, the fake smile away,
I think, you know, I'll be okay.

Today is a lovely day to run
start up the car with the sun

Packing blankets and dirty sheets
a roomful of dust and a broom to sweep up
all the troubles you and I have seen

cross when the drawbridge light is green
don't look back to that messed-up scene

Packing blankets and dirty sheets
a roomful of dust and a broom to sweep up
all the troubles you and I have seen

and all our troubles will be gone
blowing out over that bidge
floating up into the sky
making the storm clouds cry

put out that smoke and breath some air
get a new name and cut your hair

Sun comes up on the old neighbourhood
Spray painted bricks and dead firewood
Well I don't know where I'm gonna be next
I don't care where I'm gonna be

next time if you think of it
you might remember me as
the one who let you down
but never made another sound of fear

Some people like to call me chuck
Its Charles and you are shit outta luck
If you think you know what happens next
you think you know what happens

next time if you think of it
you might remember me as
the one who let you down
but never made another sound of fear

Sun goes down on the old neighbourhood
dark damp has stopped where I once stood
I don't know where the bus stops next
and I don't care where the bus stops

next time if you think of it
you might remember me as
the one who let you down
but never made another sound of fear

The sound of fear

I can hear

The sound of fear

I can't look at the rocket launch
The trophy wives of the astronauts
And I won't listen to their words
'Cause I like
Birds

I don't care for walkin' down town
Crazy auto car gonna mow me down
Look at all the people like cows in a herd
Well I like
Birds

If you're small
And on a search
I've got a feeder for you to perch on

I can't stand in line at the store
The mean little people are such a bore
But it's all right if you act like a turd
'Cause I like
Birds

If you're small
And on a search
I've got a feeder for you to perch on

If you're small
And on a search
I've got a feeder for you to perch on
I've got a feeder for you to perch on
If you're small
And on a search
I've got a feeder for you to perch on
I've got a feeder for you to perch on

Take heart, my little friend
And push back your seat
Soon we'll be far away
Far from the street
Where you learned how to be
Not what you are

Up on the shoulder
There is a town
With a little motel
And an old movie house
We'll go to a movie
Whatever it is

Watchin' the movie
The world's gonna end
And there ain't no place for
A boy and his friend
To go

I'll pick some daisies
From the flower bed
Of the Galaxy Theater
While you clear your head
I thought some daisies
Might cheer you up

Oooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooooo

Little field mice
Living under the house
Never eating much
Tough life for a mouse
And if you think you're gonna be spared you're wrong

Field mice, head lice
Spiders in the kitchen
Don't think twice about
Whatever keeps you itchin
Ice water, flyswatter
Gonna get you through
The day

Heat is rolling in like
Hell's red rug
Stinking like the breath of beelzebub
And if you think you won't walk on coals you will

Field mice, head lice
Spiders in the kitchen
Don't think twice about
Whatever keeps you itchin
Ice water, flyswatter
Gonna get you through
The day

It's a motherfucker
Being here without you
Thinking 'bout the good times
Thinking 'bout the bad
And I won't ever be the same

It's a motherfucker
Getting through a Sunday
Talking to the walls
Just me again
But I won't ever be the same
I won't ever be the same

It's a motherfucker
How much I understand
The feeling that you need someone
To take you by the hand
And you won't ever be the same
You won't ever be the same

these are the sounds
of things that are past...

i bought some rock star ashes,
from the back of rolling stone
i guess he wouldn't mind it,
they couldn't sell his soul

the tiger in my tank, is going to go extinct
and im not feelin so good myself,
i think im on the brink
of disaster

i had a dream last night
the tv and the phone
grew some legs and took a walk
and left me all alone

the tiger in my tank, is going to go extinct
and im not feelin so good myself,
i think im on the brink
of disaster

when i grow up ill be
an angry little whore,
ill give you all the finger
i'll sell you all what for

Wake up the dying, don't wake up the dead
Change what you're saying, don't change what you said
I think it's time I got out of bed
And I walk myself down Sycamore Street
The sun beats down, no shoes on my feet
And I stumble on a daisy through concrete

Pink and brown babies in pink stroller cars
They know that it's good, they don't care where they are
They know that home doesn't feel very far
And I walk myself down Sycamore Street
The sun beats down, no shoes on my feet
And I stumble on a daisy through concrete

Airplane is flying up in the sky
Making a pattern with the white lines
Looks like a heart or maybe a pie
And I walk myself down Sycamore Street
The sun beats down, no shoes on my feet
And I stumble on a daisy through concrete
A daisy through concrete

How does her world spin
Without me in her nest
Could there really be
such happiness?
Oh, shes got a dark side too
ever murderous,
But I love that, Just like her.

I don't have a chance at writing the book,
I just want to be a page,
Of Jeannies Diary.

One single page....
of Jeannies diary....

Yes I am intense
maybe quite obsessed
Everything she does is
Curious.
Oh Shes going to let me in.
I just know its so,
But then again
Who do I care?

I don't have a prayer for writing the book
I just want to be a page
in Jeannies diary

One single page...
Of Jeannies diary

oooo ooooooo

She could have anything she wants
so why not me?
She could have anything she dreams
Oh to be
One single page
One single page

Of Jeannie's diary.

Went down by the old courthouse
Stumbling through the streets
Had to get out of the house
Had to use my feet

And you may not think much of me now but
I think so damn much
of you

Don't take any wooden nickels
when you sell your soul
A devil of a time awaits you
when the party is over
you're on your own

Trash truck coming up the road
Picking up the trash
Riding to a better place
Hoping we don't crash

Thinking of things after now
I never would have guessed it
this way

Don't take any wooden nickels
When you sell your soul
A devil of a time awaits you
When the party is over
you're on your own

And you may not think much of me now but
I think so damn much
of you

Don't take any wooden nickels
When you sell your soul
A devil of a time awaits you
Now the party is over
I'm on my own

La lalala lalalala
la lala la la

Taking a walk down to the mall
Smellin' piss and beer and gas
That could be me in a couple years
Suckin' fumes under the highway pass
On a rainy day
While I wear newspapers for pants
And a T-shirt that says, "Damn, I'm Good"

People look funny when they cry
'Cause they just can't let it hide
Tapping into your little box
Press the cry button, it unlocks
On a rainy day
No one has a thing to say
Easier to look the other way

Take a look in the killer's eyes
And you see there's nothing there
But something is sacred in your eyes
And somethin' to believe
On a rainy day
And as the world will blow to bits
I'll cradle you and hold you tight

If I lay my head down
I will see you in my dream
Wearing that polka dot dress
And sitting by the stream

Leaning in to hear you
You will whisper in my ear
And everyting I need to know
I finally hear

I wish I could remember
But my selective memory won't let me

When I was a baby
We would go out to the park
And sit out in the fountain
Splashing 'round until it's dark

The days go on forever
When you only know that much
And everything you need to know
Is answered with one touch

I wish could remember
But my selective memory won't let me

The smokestack is spitting black soot into the sooty sky
The load on the road brings a tear to the Indian's eye
The Elephant won't forget what it's like inside his cage
The Ringmaster's Telecaster sings on an empty stage

un huh God damn right it's a beautiful day
un huh God damn right it's a beautiful day un huh

The girl with the curls and the sweet pink ribbon in her hair
She's crawlin' out her window 'cause her daddy just don't care

(Come on!)
un huh God damn right it's a beautiful day un huh
God damn right it's a beautiful day uh huh

The clown with the frown driving down to the sidewalk fair
Finger on the trigger let me tell you he's quite a scare

uh huh God damn right it's a beautiful day uh huh
God damn right it's a beautiful day uh huh

The kids flip their lids when their heads hear that crazy sound
Their neighbour digs the flavour still he's moving to another town
(and I don't believe he's comin' back)

God damn right it's a beautiful day uh huh
God damn right it's a beautiful day uh huh

And I don't know how you're taking all the shit you see
Yeah, don't believe anyone but most of all dont believe in me
only you
God damn right it's a beautiful day uh huh(only you)
God damn right it's a beautiful day uh huh
God damn right it's a beautiful day uh huh
God damn right it's a beautiful day uh huh

she has eyes disability blue
a german dog and a strict curfew
and if one man's cage is another man's stage
then she's turned the script to another page
and she doesn't really give a damn
what you have to say


she makes a call on her friend's cell phone
the operator answers and says "you're not alone"
and if one man's ceiling is another's dance floor
then she'll be the one running to the seashore
trying to tell the seagulls this is home


and if one man's cage is another man's stage
then she'll be the one wiser than her age
trying to get the message to your ears