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accidental babies
Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place
And we ignored our others, happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done
Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place
And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love
Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
What about me?
–Damien RIce
My first SingSnap
tomorrow wendy
It is complete now the two ends of time are neatly tied
A one-way street, she’s walking to end of the line
And there she meets the faces she keeps in her heart and mind
A one-way street, she’s walking to end of the line
And there she meets the faces she keeps in her heart and mind
They say ‘good bye’ Tomorrow, Wendy, is going to die,
They say ‘good bye’ Tomorrow, Wendy, is going to die,
They say ‘good bye’ Tomorrow, Wendy, is going to die,
Underneath the chilly gray November sky
We can make believe that Kennedy is still alive and
We’re shooting for the moon and smiling Jackie’s driving by and
We can make believe that Kennedy is still alive and
We’re shooting for the moon and smiling Jackie’s driving by and
They say ‘good try’
Tomorrow Wendy is going to die
Tomorrow Wendy is going to die
Tomorrow Wendy is going to die
Tomorrow Wendy is going to die
I told the priest, Don’t count on any second coming
God got his ass kicked the first time he came down here slumming
He had the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us
No, I don’t wonder why, I wonder what he thought it would get us
Hey, hey, good bye
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die
God got his ass kicked the first time he came down here slumming
He had the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us
No, I don’t wonder why, I wonder what he thought it would get us
Hey, hey, good bye
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die
Hey, hey, good bye
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die
Only God says jump
So I set the time
‘Cause if he ever saw her
It was through these eyes of mine!
And if he ever suffered it was me who did his crying
Hey hey, good bye
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die
(Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die)
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die
(Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die)
Tomorrow Wendy’d going to die
Hey, hey, good bye
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die
Hey, hey, good bye
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die
Tomorrow Wendys going to die
performed by Concrete Blonde
written by Andy Prieboy