Unless otherwise noted, all songs written by Kurt Wagner
published by Pathetic Hindsight, BMI and administered by Bug Music.
I tried to figure these lyrics out. If you think I fucked up, send me an email. Or if you've got any other song lyrics, send them my way.
all smiles and mariachi
i was watching your mouth move in and out
in little unexpected ways
not hearing a word that you said in over twenty minutes
on occasion i grunt and give you a knowing stare
focused on what I hope is a pivotal moment
i went to the other house
i got the key from the guard and i let myself in
i knocked on the door twice and rang once
could you watch this for me until i return
all smiles and mariachi
they're playing the dating game theme
we ordered some cheese dip, a tea, and two light beers
i feel i should be talking, rather saying something
instead of nodding and eating most of the chips
my confidece is returning
i'm relating and remarking in an improved fashion
so much that i decide to stop on my way home
so much that i decide to stop for donuts on the drive home
i went to the last house on the list
i was relieved to find that my services were no longer required
they were no longer required
i was relieved to find my services no longer required
Alumni Lawn
Alumni Lawn is the main lawn on Vanderbilt University campus. It holds a rites of spring music festival each year which draws out all the students onto the lawn. The contents of the song describe a time roughly fifteen years ago or more in which the lawn drew people throughout Nashville to the party atmosphere. With strict enforcement of the Vanderbilt alcohol policies, these days it sucks, except when limpopo played it (1995).
So your college chick fire puppy fine dope smokin' Bill Monroe on Alumni Lawn
barebreasted funfestival justice and clarity
open the door for you like a silly clown
are ya talking to me
more people than live in the past
be it the first date or the last gasp
more fuckin' facts than you're able to grasp
Hey
over and over 'til the words drip off his tongue like rose water into a warm bathtub
a ponytail dances on the pathway nearby
as the sun burns her thighs and your forehead
breathe deep now this won't hurt a bit
pardon me while i throw a fit
first year heart and then your ribs
hey
want to lose this loss again
one stroke of the masters pen
again and again
hey
|
