Color Me Once

Originally uploaded by surb.

Color me once
Color me twice
Everything gonna turn out nice

Everlasting arms
You gotta keep me from these false alarms

Alarm, alarm I see you sad
Ring, ring I see you I'm glad
Maybe maybe
I'm the fire of her desire

Patience, patience
Said the man
Patience patience
I can't understand
Patience like a man and a wife
I got patience on my neck like a cold cold knife

I say Jack be nimble Jack fall dead
Jack bend over and give Jilly head

Oh you gotta help my body feel my soul

Dead men working a sinner, a saint
Mixing up a pail of paint
Painted the house, black as night
When the sun came up the house was white

Gotta go on
Gotta go on
We gotta go on
You gotta go on
You gotta go on
Go on
Go on

Try and live life like I couldn't

The Woman who was also a Mongoose

A beautiful story from the Dead Milkmen; it makes my heart hurt, like when you see your family after being away for too long.

She was once an attraction at the county fair
And now she sleeps in a box at the top of the stairs
And she loves it here, make no mistake
Cause she can earn her keep by chasin' snakes

And if I wake up late at night
I know that everything will be alright
Cause crawling round on my roof
Is the woman who is also a mongoose

She was born in May, nineteen years ago
In a little town outside Buffalo
But the town folk feared her and they chased her away
And now she's happy with a place to stay

She trapped a rattler out behind the barn
And she let it go without any harm
Then she came inside for a cup of tea
And she spoke for a while with my brother and me

Chasing after field mice, running through the high grass
That's what she loves to do
And if she's happy as a mongoose
It shouldn't bother me or you

And if I wake up late at night
I know that everything will be alright
Cause crawling round on my roof
Is the woman who is also a mongoose


Where did she go?

Through the Roof N Underground

This song is very relevant to me right now.
It seems like everywhere I go in this town there is some kind of trap,
whether it be in my mind or in the expectations people have, and the strings attached with each connection. I'm tired of doing things just to make other people happy.

When there's a trap set up for you
In every corner of this town
And so you learn the only way to go is underground
When there's a trap set up for you
In every corner of your room
And so you learn the only way to go is through the roof

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground
Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground

And as we're crossing border after border
We realize that difference is none
It's underdogs who, and if you want it
You always have to make your own fun

And as the upperdog leisurely sighing
The local cultures are dying and dying
The programmed robots are buying and buying
And a psycho load of freaks they are still trying trying

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground
Ooohoohoooh through the roof, and underground

And as the boy scouts learn to read between the lines
The silver rabbits hop between their fathers' lies
And boy scouts ask "Where? Where do they go?"
They go to the country that they only know

Just like their meanings they lay between the lines
Between the borders their real countries hide
The strategigo's saw their advertise
Their strategy of being is one of in-your-face disguise

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground
Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground!

And when their own walls they will a-crumble,
And all the systems will be discumbumbled,
Around the stump of bigotry, our own
Serebryanye zayazhy vodyat horovod!