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Evelyn Evelyn
Evelyn Evelyn


Background information
Origin Walla Walla, Washington, United States
Genre(s) Baroque Pop
Americana
Dark Cabaret
Years active 2007—present
Label(s) Eleven Records
Associated acts Amanda Palmer
The Dresden Dolls
Jason Webley
Website Website
Members
Amanda Palmer
Jason Webley



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Evelyn Evelyn Album


Evelyn Evelyn (03/30/2010)
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Love Will Tear Us Apart (Joy Division cover)
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Evelyn, Evelyn
Why do we bother to stay?
Why are you running away?
Don't you feel like severing?
Everything's just come together at last...
It's broken, I don't want to play!

We grew up,
Closer than most...
Closer than anything...
Closer than anything...
Shared our bed
And wore the same clothes
Talked about everything
Spoke about so many things

What shall we wear tonight?
What shall we eat today?
Can we go ice skating?
But we just did that yesterday...
Should we be fireman?
Can we be astronauts?
What if they find us?
They're not looking anyway...

Evelyn, Evelyn
Why do we bother to stay?
Why are you running away?
Don't you feel like severing?
Everything's just come together at last...
It's broken, I don't want to play!

Fill my glass!
Let's drink a toast!
This is our birthday...
So, why are we weeping?
At your side, I feel like a ghost...
I wake up first and I stare at you sleeping...

What shall we wear tonight?
What shall we eat today?
Do you think I should marry him?
But we just met him yesterday...
Should we be movie stars?
Will we be millionaires?
I want to be famous!
They're watching us anyway...

Evelyn, Evelyn
Why do we bother to stay?
Why are you running away?
Don't you feel like severing?
Everything's just come together at last...
It's broken, I don't want to play!

We grew up,
So very close...

A parasite little host...

I'm only trying to do what is best for us!

Well, I never asked for this! I never wanted this!
All that I want is some time to myself!

Looking in your eyes, I'm coming home...

Just get away from me!
Please just stop touching me!
You're always trying to be somebody else!

Now I realize I'm not alone...

Well, you're only scared of me!
But you never cared for me!
Why don't you let me breathe?
Cause you never dare to be!

Cause you never listen, and you're always insisting on just reminiscing I feel something missing!

I just want my privacy... why can't you leave me alone?
I just want you hear with me... god, can't you just get a loan?

Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn
Evelyn, Evelyn

. . .


Behold, the eighth wonder of the natural world!
Come one and come all, see the two-headed girl.
Stupendous! Revolting!
You'll be shocked, you'll be awed!
A true freak of nature, a blunder of God!
But possessing such talents,
Hear them sing, see them dance.
As seen in the highest class parlors of France.
Just ten bucks a photograph,
Get your seats while they last.
We take Visa and MasterCard, debit or cash.

Isn't it nice that they're being so nice to us?
If I'm not mistaken I think they might like us.
Aren't we lucky to be here?
Stop moving, they're taking a picture.
Smile for the camera, Evelyn.

Come in, come in, must be cold out there gentlemen.
Take off your coats, and just guess what the wind blew in.
I know you like twins, have I got a surprise,
They're identical sisters attached at the side.
Just imagine the fun you could have with these chicklets,
And they're so well-behaved, not a single complaint yet.
Just look at these photographs, while I pour you a cocktail,
I don't know whether I should charge double or triple!

Ladies and gentlemen, critics and hipsters,
Have you heard the new disc by the Evelyn sisters?
Seamlessly floating with grace between eras and genres,
They sing timeless new songs, rife with double entendres.
As featured in Rolling Stone, Spin, The New Yorker and Pitchfork,
There's an in-store appearance today at the corner,
Of Bedford and Seventh Ave., some get a photograph, sticker and autographed shirt.

. . .


Are you there Evelyn?

Yes
of course I am.
I'm always here.
What's the matter
Evelyn?

I'm frightened.
It's that time of year again
isn't it Evelyn?

Yes
it is that time of year again
Evelyn.

Tell me once more how it all happened
Evelyn.

Hush now.
We don't talk about that
because it makes us sad Evelyn

I won't be sad this time
I promise.
Please?
Tell me again about the tragic events of September
Evelyn.

The year is 1985
St. Elmo's Fire is at the top of the charts
the wreckage of the Titanic has just been discovered at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean
and on a small farm
on the Kansas-Colorado boarder
a young mother is about to give birth.

The local doctor has predicted twins
which gladdens the hearts of the woman and her husband
who could certainly use the extra help around the farm.

But the birth does not go well.

The terrified father drives his screaming
hemorrhaging wife to the local clinic
a poorly funded facility housed in a converted airstream trailer.
The presiding physician is Dr. Charlie von Coop
a local denture maker of dubious training
with eccentric religious beliefs.

The labor is long and painful
and Louise Neville
a Mennonite girl
who had given up a promising career as a legal assistant
to join her first and only love
on the run down farm
that was his only inheritance

(May her soul rest forever in peace)

is pronounced dead by the doctor
at 11:23 A.M.
on the eleventh day of September
precisely 12 minutes after the birth of her twin daughters.

The girls are Parapagus Tripus Dibrachius twins
conjoined at the side and sharing between them three legs
two arms
two hearts
three lungs
and a single liver.
Without hesitating
Dr. von Coop places the infants on the operating table
muttering biblical quotations of doubtful accuracy
the doctor leaves that trailer
and returns with a gas powered chainsaw.

The noise is deafening in the small space as he starts the engine
and prepares for the grisly operation.
At this very moment
Sheriff Wilbur Owens
having noticed the Neville's car parked outside the clinic
steps inside to see if could be of assistance.
Seeing the crazed doctor hovering over the newborns
the teeth of the chainsaw about to connect with their innocent flesh
the valiant Sheriff draws his pistol and fires
as the bullet pierces his heart
Dr. von Coop emits a cry
and stumbles backwards.

Samuel Neville a timid
nervous man
who wanted nothing more than a quiet country life with many children
is still in a state of shock over the death of his young wife
and the alarming physiology of his daughters
when he is struck in the neck
by the chainsaw blade

Killing him instantly.

Distraught
the good Sheriff takes the crying infants to his car.
He radios back to the station where
it is arranged for the twins to be admitted
to the Bethany Center for Developmentally Disabled Youth in Topeka.
Sheriff Owens decides to deliver the twins to the Bethany Center personally.

Less than an hour into the drive
an oncoming truck swerves
crosses median
and strikes the Sheriff's car.
The Sheriff is thrown into the windshield
knocking him unconscious.
He will die thirty minutes later from loss of blood.
Meanwhile the world has become a sea of feathers
as the trucks cargo of live chickens
many among them now seriously injured or dead
spill into the road.

A small awkward man limps out of the trucks cab
and cautiously approaches the Sheriff's vehicle.
The man's eyes focus on the twin girls
calmly look up at him from the back seat.
Ignoring the dying sheriff
the truck driver lifts the infants into his arm
and sets them in the cab of the damaged vehicle.
He unhitches the trailer and climbs into the cab
abandoning the defenseless chickens to their grim fate on Interstate 70.
A smile forms on his lips as he puts the truck into gear
and continues down the highway.

. . .


Have you seen my sister, Evelyn?
Dang, she’s gone and wandered off again!
I've been lookin’ high and low,
Where oh where’d my sister go?
She's been known to spend some time
With a sailor friend of mine.
I called him up and what'd he say?
"I ain't seen that girl today!"

So if you see my sister Evelyn,
Tell that girl to hurry home again!
Where oh where’d my sister Evelyn go?

Is she with the doctor? Or the plumber?
Or the dentist? Or the handyman?
Did she go to India? Or Africa?
Or Wichita? Or Pakistan?
Did she go and join the navy?
Or go completely crazy?
Or is she playin’ a trick on me?

Did she run off with the farmer? Or the professor?
Or the banker? Or the clergyman?
Is it possible that she could be in (???)? Or (???)?
Or Vegas? Or (???)?
Is she learning how to do, do
The Chaplin or the Chu-Chu?
Oh, golly, where could that girl be?

Have you seen my sister, Evelyn?
Thought she’d gone and wandered off again!
I’ve been lookin’ high and low,
Where oh where’d my sister go?
She’s been known to run cocaine
Through the alley old folk down the lane.
I looked her up and what’d she say?
“I ain’t seen that girl in days!”

So if you see my sister Evelyn,
Tell that girl to hurry home again!
Where oh where’d my sister Evelyn go?

Is my floozy sister with the doctor? Or the plumber?
Or the dentist? Or the handyman?
Did that old bag quit her job and run off with that thickhead, Mike to
India? Or (???)?
Or Panama? Or Disneyland?
Is she studyin’ Kabala? Or smokin’ marijuana?
Or is she dead in a ditch somewhere?

So if you see my sister Evelyn,
Tell that girl to hurry home again!
Where oh where,
Where oh where,
Where oh where,
Where oh where,
Where oh where’d my sister Evelyn go?

. . .


Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man (chicken man)

Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man (chicken man)

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la la la la la la la

Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man (chicken man)

Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man (chicken man)

la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la

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Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man (chicken man)
Chicken man

la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la

Chicken man
Chick chick
Chicken man
Chick chick
CHICKEN MAN!!

la la la la la la la

. . .


Are you crying Evelyn?

No... no... yes. I was just thinking about Sandy. And about Bimba and Kimba. I miss them Evelyn.

I know, I miss them too. Especially this time of year, Evelyn

The year is 1991, Terminator 2 is the highest-grossing film at the Box Office, the first Super Nintendo Entertainment System has just been released and after 70 years of Communist rule the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics has collapsed

And on a chicken ranch just at side of Claxton, Georgia twin sisters are waiting for their supper

The farm is old and operated by Alfred McClock, an eccentric man with a fascination with Civil War weaponery. McClock's chicken farms produces over 140 000 chickens a year and ships wings, thighs and legs all over the continental United States

Despite the modest success of his business, McClock leads a solitary life, never marrying and tending several of the chicken houses himself. A simple man with a not entirely bad heart. McClock never knew how to best take care of the young girls who came into his life shortly after their birth, so

he raised them the only way he knew how - in a 2 foot by 2 foot wire mesh cage on a diet of mash, crumbles, pellets and egg booster

One clear September day during the twins sixth year at the farm McClock does not come at meal time. Night falls and still he doesn't appear. The girls and the chickens cry out from hunger.

Days pass and the chickens in neighbouring cage has begin to die. The smell of rotting poultry permeates the air of the hot, humid barn.

Finally, desperate to find food and concerned over the whereabouts of their guardian, the twins break free from their cage

McClock's house is locked tight, but the girls find the garden hose which quenches their thirst. Still half delirious with hunger, they make their way out to the road

Little time passes before a dusty black cadillac Coupe de Ville drives by and pulls over. A tall, moustached young man with a kindly face steps out of the vehicle. He smiles at the girls

'Hello'

And presents them with the first candy they had ever tasted - a Twix bar,

which they share in silent, odd delight

The girls do not feel at all uncomfortable when the man leads them gently into the dark, spacious trunk

In the following days the girls are transferred into the trunks or several other cars by many other kindly, candybar offering men until they reach their final destination at the lake side lodge in Manitoba

The underwood lodge is a collection of cosy, water front cabins with an attached trailor park along the shores of lake Winnipeg

It is also the world headquarters of Budding(?) Flowers Entertainment

specializing in the production and distribution of photographs and VHS tapes for clientele with unique tastes

The girls are welcomed by Mrs Deborah Bouldger, the 52-year-old procratist (?)

'Well, hello, girls'

A women of enormous proportions who lives with her own 3 children in the main lodge of the underwood

Upon finding that the girls have no names she (?) them Eva and Lynn, names, which neither she, nor the twins themselves are ever able to keep straight

'Eva, Lynn'

The twins days of the underwood are relatively comfortable, they are well cared for, the food is delicious and there are many other girls their age

Once a week, photo sessions take place, convivial affairs that involve make-up, a wide variety of dress up costumes and inventive new games. Every few days Mrs Bouldger introduces the girls to one of their many uncles

'Eva, Lyn, say hello to your uncle Mark'

'Heeey'

These uncles, seemingly endless in number, travel from all over the world to visit their nieces

The girls don't always like their new uncles, but Mrs Bouldger is always quick to remind them that 'family is family' and 'blood is thicker than water'

The conjoined sisters are not popular amongst the other girls, however, one gentle resident, a few years their senior befriends them and takes them under her wing.

'Hello, what's your name?'

Her name is Sandy

'I'm Sandy'

She has soft, blond hair that reaches down to her knees

Everyone says she looks like a mermaid

Dressed daily by Mrs Bouldger in trade mark fishnet stockings and vintage attire, Sandy is by far the most popular girl of the underwood. She has so many uncles that the twins lose count

Every night after dinner and chores, Sandy talks the young sisters into bed and tells them fantastic stories until they fall peacefully to sleep

'And after the three long weeks at sea (?) the sailor finally spotted land'

But these happy times do not last. Shortly after the twins' third Christmas under Mrs Bouldger's care, Sandy disappears - never to return

The twins remain in the underwood for the greater part of two, long, miserable years. Without Sandy to protect them, they are ostracized and abused by the other girls

'What are YOU looking at, 4-eyes?!'

The photo sessions involve fewer fancy costumes and over time, their uncles become more peculiar

'Did I ask you to talk?'

The twins begin to notice the disturbing tendency for girls, much like their dear friend Sandy - they quietly disappear from the underwood around their 12th or 13th birthday. The sisters brace themselves for something terrible

One autumn, when the girls are eleven, an old man, who speaks only Spanish, takes the twins into a large, orange van and drives them to their new home

'Step right up, step right up, see amazing human oddities, freaks of nature, be warned, people with heart condition, children, women - we will accept no responsibility for fainting, reoccurring nightmares, or (?) death'

Delured and Foretend, elusive and illogical traveling show is the 12th largest touring circus in North America. Former insurance salesman, Delured and Foretend, distinguish their enterprise by procuring the most (?) specimen of the grotesque and unusual. Their small administrative staff works tirelessly to combat legal actions and public allegations of animal cruelty and human slave trafficing

Life in the circus is harder than their time at the underwood. There is always work to be done. In addition to their chores of laundry and sweeping, Mr Delured insist that the twins spend many hours each day practising their act

'What are you staring at for?'

The girls are frightened of the clowns, several of whom, by amazing coincidence, also happen to be their uncles

'Hello, hello, hello'

But still, overall these early days at the circus are happy time for the twins

Every night to the delight of audiences across the country, the girls appear in the center ring, singing and strumming the ukulele, at the top of Bimba and Kimba - the world's only known conjoined twin siamese elephants

The twins feel they have found true soulmates in Bimba and Kimba, who they affectionately refer to as 'Elephant, Elephant'. This special bond is reciprocates by the pakaderms, who fondly nozzle the girls with their trunks and seem to delight in giving them rides.

The twins and the elephants are inseparable

With the help of the Alphonso de Arestin(?), the animal trainer, the twins tend to the elephants, feeding them and grooming them daily

But one terrible August morning, Bimba and Kimba refuse to take their food. Due to the unsanitary conditions of their quarters and an improper diet of popcorn and cotton candy, the elephants have contracted a rare form of elephantine dyphteria (?) compounded by early onset Alzheimer's disease

For the next two weeks can only stand by helplessly, as their companions become sicker and weaker and begin displaying obvious signs of memory loss. The last few days are almost unbearable. With Bimba and Kimba's confused, sad eyes looking up at the girls with great anguish, but no hint of recognition

And on one, grim, September day

The sisters 16th birthday

Elephant Elephant dies

The funeral is held at the same day a grizzly affair had an industrial trush compactor behind a Home Depot (?)

The twins are devastated. Without Bimba and Kimba life is (?) terrible and meaningless void. They resign themselves to living out the rest of their hollow existence in solemn mourning

The emotionally exausted sisters fall from favour within the circus

No longer willing to sing and play their ukulele, the girls are dressed in a pink tutu and forced to balance on the giant red ball, an impossible task for the conjoined sisters

'Get on that damn ball!'

The audience roars with laughter each time they awkwardly fall

Their discomfort is increased by a pair of radical groups who have taken an interest ih the twins. Every night in most major city, protestiers assemble, nosily waving signs and chanting slogans in front of the Box Office

The first faction claims to represent an organisation called 'FASSEN' - the Foundation for Always Separating Siamese Twins Everywhere Now

Citing the bible, FASSEN members (?) believe that it is the will of the Lord that all conjoined twins be separated and allowed to live individual lives. Wielding symbolical surgical saws and (?) carbon knives, FASSEN members (?) for supporting the abomination of god

The second group operates under the acronym SPLIT - the Society for the Preservation of Linked Identical Twins.

A reactionary organisation, working to discredit the claims of FASSEN, SPLIT believes that conjoined twins will play a critical role in the second coming of Christ

The twins are terrified by both groups - the knives and saws make them very nervous and SPLIT members make threats to kidnap the girls and take them to where they will be kept safe in a place of darkness until the rapture

One day before Sunday (?), a chaotic (?) erupses between the two factions and one FASSEN member gets allarmingly close to the twins with a (?)saw

Stricken with fear, the sisters decide that they are no longer safe at the circus

That night, they make a resolution - to leave the delured and (?) travelling show - FOREVER

. . .


Sandy Fishnets, washed up on the shore.
What's she catching, and will she be sore?

Sandy was the prettiest of all.
She talked French, she came from Montreal.
During chores she never had to help.
Sandy got a bed all to herself.
We slept in the trailer to the right.
Sandy told us stories late at night.
She spoke of ships and sailors,
And a sea so big and wide.
She had lots of uncles and was always tired.

How they loved her in those early days.
Mrs. Bulger let her go away.
All her uncles drove her off to play.
We would see them kissing on the lake.
Time went by and Sandy's all grown up.
The lines of uncles dwindled,
And the pirate stories stopped.
Then one day Melissa May showed up,
And Sandy had to share a bed with us.

And will she be soaring over the sea,
With the wind in her sails and a knife in her teeth?
At the helm of a ship, on its way to a distant shore,
Bermuda or Thailand, an uncharted island,
Sandy, we're all getting older.
What will they do with us,
When they are through with us?
Sandy, what are we sailing for?

Christmas morning, 1993,
Presents waiting underneath the tree.
There's a box for me, a box for me.
No gift for poor old Sandy to be seen.
We found Sandy sobbing quietly.
Uncle Gerald said he liked Christine.
Mrs. Bulgar said she had to leave.
Three days later, she was gone,
The day she turned thirteen.

. . .


Elephant (elephant)
Big and strong and gentle and intelligent (intelligent)
How could I feel blue
I've got my sister at my side
And an elephant-y ride

Elephant (elephant)
You're sad and in a cage
But that's irrelevant (irrelevant)
'Cause everyone gets jealous when they see me riding by
On a friend of such great size

Other kids have bikes
(That's true)
Or daddies pick them up from school
But that won't do for me, you understand (understand)

Other kids have horses
Other kids have dogs
Other kids have hamsters
Other kids have frogs

But the pet for me is something much more grand
And benevolent
And elegant
And, um

And I've got an
elephant, elephant
Riding on your back I'm in my element (element)
It's true and it's a fact that there's so much you can learn
When you're on a pakiderm

Oh, elephant (elephant)
My thoughts so bad swell of it
To give me such a friend
Oh, elephant (elephant)
I'm with you to the end
Elephant, elephant
I'm with you to the end

(Goodnight, elephant)

. . .


You pulled up at the house at half past seven in your '69 Impala, you shook hands with my father and we stopped off at the drug store by the drive-in for some Trojans and a six-pack, but still your eyes kept wandering back to her. It's always her.

So let's get one thing straightened out here, sir.

( Chorus: )
If you think you're seeing double, let me save you some trouble. This ain't no two-for-one bargain here mister. 'Cause I'm much more than just my side, had enough of two-timing guys who only want me 'cause they want my sister.

My eyes are just as blue as her's, my hair is just as fine, and that tattoo on her lower back's exactly just like mine. But if you look beneath the surface, we're as different as can be. 'cause there's just one heart that beats for you and that heart belongs to me and not to her, it's always her.

so let's get one thing straight if i'm your girl.

(repeat chorus)

Hooo-ooooo...!

And if tomorrow you should die my sister would not bat an eye, she doesn't even know your name, she's going with some other guy. As long as she is still around i'll always have a trace of doubt I need to know your love is real, but how?

We're all dressed up, the flowers sure are pretty. Mother pays her last respects I look around, no one suspects that it was me, I put some Drain-O in her coffee. Now that she is underground i'll know that youre not hanging 'round for her, not for her. now I know your love is true for sure.

(chorus)

It pains my heart to think of her a rotting, stinking, maggot-infested, bloated and pus-oozing corpse that I leave her. You can't imagine just how much I miss her, but now I know you want me, not my sister.

. . .


Evelyn?
Evelyn?
I just had the most terrible dream.
I was walking on a street in a huge city,
but all of the shops and all of the cars were empty.
It was so quiet, and I knew that something was very wrong.
And then I realised... you weren't there.
I called for you, but no one answered.
I looked for you everywhere, Evelyn.

Hush, it was only a dream.
Don't be scared.
Remember, everything is going to be better soon, Evelyn.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The year is 2004.
The Da Vinci code is the New York Times's number one bestseller,
and the bombing at the Australian embassy in Jakarta leaves eleven dead.
And on an open stretch of road,
two sisters are waiting for a ride.

On the eve of their 19th birthday,
the twins have covertly left their circus trailer,
packing their few worldly possessions;
a change of clothes,
their painted ukulele,
and a battered photograph of Bimba and Kimba.
they walk nine miles under cover of night.

After what seems like an endless wait,
an 18-wheeled truck pulls over
and the driver, a retired professional wrestler named Tony,
offers the girls a ride
("Hey, little ladies. Why don't you slide on up in here, next to Tony.")

Unskilled at smalltalk,
the twins sit wide-eyed and silent in the front seat.
The driver, who had not initially noticed the twins's unique condition
leaves the sisters at a gas station in Walla Walla, Washington.
(Listen why don't you two just hang out here for a minute, I'll be right back...")

Not knowing where to go,
the twins walk in to the nearby Don't Tell Motel,
run by one Montgomery Lubovich.
("You girls looking for a room?")
When it becomes apparent that they have no means to pay for their stay,
Mister Lubovich offers to employ them in exchange for lodging and food.
("Well you can stay here, but it ain't gonna be free")
The twins are given a small cot in the corner of the boiler room,
and are put to work stuffing envelopes,
licking stamps,
and filling out hundreds of sweepstakes applications every day on Mister Lubovich's behalf.

More so than ever before,
the twins feel lonely at the Don't Tell.
They dream of befriending some of the other tenants,
many of whom are women their age.
But whenever the shy sisters work up the courage to approach one of these potential friends,
they are met with looks of fear and disgust
("Oh my god. Candie, that [i]thing[/i] is looking at us" .. "Ewww")

So they busied themselves by composing songs
and practising their ukulele technique
After 2 years at the Don't Tell,
Mister Lubovich teaches the girls to
search for and print sweepstakes applications by themselves
on the 486 Pentium computer behind the motel's front desk
("Now type w-w-w dot instant win frenzy dot com")

One day,
while searching online for new sweepstakes application forms,
the girls mistakenly stumble upon a social networking site.
They navigate through the profiles of many musicians and performers
and see the great number of friends that they have.

They are amazed, and intrigued.

The twins redouble their efforts
and stay up late for a week
to perfect their singing and ukulele playing.

Late one night,
while Mister Lubovich is fast asleep,
the twins creep out of the boiler room
to the front desk computer
to create their very own music profile page.
Their heartbeats quicken as their first song begins to upload.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Just think of all the friends we're going to have, Evelyn.

Thousands.
Thousands and thousands of friends, Evelyn.

I'm so excited, Evelyn.

Goodnight, Evelyn.

Goodnight, Evelyn.

. . .


It's hard enough to know,
Where you're really supposed to go,
When you're looking for a friendly face,
Book a ticket to another place.
You move your lips to speak,
But they look at you like you're a freak.
It's a struggle just to stay alive,
Journals burning in a burning fire.

Everyone stares, but nobody ever sees you.
You go searching everywhere,
But the feeling never leaves you.

And you can't always want what you get,
When you're looking for love,
In a cafe on the internet.
You want somewhere to hide,
Where everyone can find you.
You join hands with the world and say,
"I just want my space."

Some people say the future's past,
We're going down in an electro-blast.
There are plenty other acts like you,
Tube is full of them and they can see right through you.
It's a big bad world out there,
Everybody looking for a GIF to share.
And you're crying out to find your friends,
Turn around and they are gone again.

Everyone stares, but nobody ever sees you.
Try to vanish in thin air,
But the feeling, it never leaves you.

I just want to go where nobody knows my name,
And no one notices or cares whether I came.
I just want my friends altogether in one place.
I just want control over the way they see my face.
I just want to friend the entire human race.
I just want my space.

. . .


When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Then love, love will tears us apart again
Love, love will tears us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold
You've turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect run so dry
Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives
But love, love will tears us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
You cry out in your sleep
All my failings exposed
And there's a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Just that something so good just can't function no more
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again (3)

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