Telepathic Judas ~ LHDELF Lyrics
Ativan Halen
Ativan Halen sits in the park
While Ativan Halen can't play guitar
and Maman studies statistical mechanics
Only cuz dad can't stand it
Ma and Pa lay in their bed
They're waiting for a flood to wash over them
They know that they are in a struggle
Waiting for this Triassic cuddle
And maman speaks in her native French
"Il m'a foe une cigarrette"
She mumbles to Nikolai Petrovich
Come on save your breath and give me one last chance
And Ativan Halen studies string theory
As Ativan Halen looks to Diogenes
Cuz Ativan Halen's dad looks like Richard Corey
Ma and Pa lay in their bed
They're waiting for a flood to wash over them
They know that they are in a struggle
Waiting for this Triassic cuddle
And maman speaks in her native French
"Il m'a foe une cigarrette"
She mumbles to Nikolai Petrovich
Come on save your breath and give me one last chance
And he wants to be an anesthesiologist
And she wants to be a philosopher of the heart
much like Soren Kierkegaard
Ma and Pa lay in their bed
They're waiting for a flood to wash over them
They know that they are in a struggle
Waiting for this Triassic cuddle
And maman speaks in her native French
"Il m'a foe une cigarrette"
She mumbles to Nikolai Petrovich
Come on save your breath and give me one last chance
And maman speaks in good old fashioned English
Darling dear I need a cigarette
Tracey Austin
I thought I saw you down by a red light
You were turning left and I was turning right
And you said
I think I miss you and all the things we used to do but
Then you remembered
That the night where we fell
And that night in the parking lot with tears in your eyes
As we said goodbye you said, oh I said
If you're gonna leave me
Just say you're gonna leave me but
If you're gonna love me just say you're gonna love me
I'll sit here and read all about how Tracy Austin broke your heart
While you're breaking mine
And I thought I saw you down at El Mariachi
And the only ones who saw this were you, me and Ronnie
But it seems like you're happy or
At least you pretend to be but
There's no point in turning this to anger
Cause I think there's a little charm
In being a stranger to someone you used to love
If you're gonna leave me
Just say you're gonna leave me but
If you're gonna love me just say you're gonna love me
I'll sit here and read all about how Tracy Austin broke your heart
While you're breaking mine
If you're gonna leave me
Just say you're gonna leave me but
If you're gonna love me just say you're gonna love me
I'll sit here
And read some Kierkegaard and
Try to pretend it wasn't me who broke your heart
Say Say Say
He's got no shirt, no shoes, no service, no rules
Lives for preaching practices
He saw her by the fountain
Where Julie used to drink
The water was always real clear running
When it came out of that sink
She handed me the cables
I offered her the vine
Couldn't think of a better way
To spend my precious time
Are you calling me baby
I don't know
I should have looked high
But I found low
There's something to say, say, say
About fuck around, find out
Courtyard by the table
A mountain house and view
You will know it's time
By gazing at the hue
She told him not to worry
She told him not to run
But a pair of eyes stared back at him
Through the sights of a loaded gun
I just got down to business
I didn't want to fight
But he lunged it back across to me
With a vice grip on his knife
Are you calling me baby
I don't know
I should have looked high
But I found low
There's something to say, say, say
About fuck around, find out
I heard they're back to therapy
I heard they're doing fine
Some might say the job is finished
But I'm on my phone all night
Waiting for the call
Receiver on the line
Johnny come around the corner store
Sellin info for a dime
Are you calling me baby
I don't know
I should have looked high
But I found low
There's something to say, say, say
About fuck around, find out
Alice
Well, here we are on the road again
You find yourself at a crossroad you say, my friend
You don't know which way to go
So you take your time, or you hurry up
When traveling on this road just ceased to be enough
And they tell you to come home soon
Alice was a dancer down at Southern Exposure
But she wasn't you
So I bide my time listening to your records
Like I ain't got nothing better to do
I can't think of anyone that's read camus
The most depressing thing I have ever seen
Was your picture on my wall
With Wendigos and Bush Ghosts
You were my only hope
My only hope
So I went down to Foster's looking for my friends
But to my surprise they're doing drugs again
Then I went to the churchyard
My head was full of doubt
I was reading Alex Phoebe
Hoping we could work it out
Well, here we are on the road again
You find yourself at a crossroad you say, my friend
You don't know which way to go
So you take your time, or you hurry up
When traveling on this road just ceased to be enough
And they tell you to come home soon
