The Ditty Bops
Album - 26 ottobre 2004 - Debaser id 185952

Why does blood turn brown when it dries?
Why do the tears well up in your eyes?
Why didn't I learn to ride my bike
When it was warm and sunny outside?

Why can't little kids tie their shoes?
Why can't the white people play the blues?
Why can't I fall in love with you?
It must be because of the seasons.

When the leaves start falling from the trees,
When the birds start flirting with the bees,
When the wind starts blowing from the East to the West;
Maybe you'll be the one that I like best.

Clouds start forming I can't complain,
'Cause I think we might be in need of some rain.
When it starts pouring
Don't hide away without me.

I bought an umbrella big enough for two,
But it feels pretty empty under here without you.
Dry as a bone but I'm still alone
I'm so grey..

When you're standing in a puddle with wet feet
And your head is sore from pounding drops of sleet
When the cold and lonely hours put your heart to the test
Maybe I'll be the one that you like best

If the sky can open its eyes
And cry from up above
Let's shed some tears of joy
And fall in love

When you're standing in a puddle with wet feet;
And your head is sore from pounding drops of sleet.
When the cold and lonely hours put your heart to the test..
Maybe I'll be the one that you like best.

What among the lovers
What twang of temptation
What brought the house down
Strange sleepwalkers on the block
Unfamiliar writing on the ceiling
When she looks up

Momma buried pop atop the roof where he slept
One leg on each side of pointed shingles
Latest tests prove that she's happier with more
The oyster is open for any to pearl

Still she's got three different lullablies to sing
These fruited images are delicacies

Was it the fighting was it the fist
Was it adventure with a jealous twist
Was it desire for another's kiss
What brought the house down

Turmoil and passion such wondrous things
What they called Summer lovers happening in Spring
Who's dreaming of who tonight
Who'll be walking by your side
At the dawning's first light

Do all he can to save a soon to be dead past
Give it all up to find a new way that will last

Was she wrong to hold his heart another person's hand
The grass is always greener 'til it's covered up with sand
Was it other things
Fate, felicity
What rousing temptation

She knew that love could swell without barricades
Standards must be broken even these
Now she has three different lullabies to sing
These fruited images lead her to sleep

Was it the fighting was it the fist
Was it adventure with a jealous twist
Was it desire for another's kiss
What brought the house down

Clock in you’re at work but you’re not working so hard
Checking messages ten times a day ensuring you’re not bored
Talking on someone else’s dime
Put a quarter in the pay phone don’t keep them waiting on the line

Rushing through time just to find myself
Asking someone in the future if they’d save me a space
Cause the line’s getting longer with every hour
People forget why they’re waiting
The mood’s turning sour

I don’t want to go to school tomorrow
Stay up late watching TV
Eat a midnight snack I’ll pretend it’s Friday
Complacent as I’ll ever be

See those gentle sheep following a path to who knows where
Chewing on the grass so plentiful the wool is growing thicker
But the grass is made of plastic and there’s plastic on the grass
A mechanical lady with her garden hose waters the cement

Where’s my mystical pan who plays on his flute?
Dancing entrancing those who choose to hear his tune
There’ll be a man who comes out of hiding
He’ll be the one who forces you to decide

Why can’t I just believe just believe?
I can move my feet
Pondering is a step beyond wondering
Complacent as I’ll ever be

Pale yellow scratching at my ear,
Pale yellow touching to my rear

Forever tangled, forever mustard,
Forever my first word's beer,
Forever yellow, wonder if I'll muster
Anything other than fear

Pale yellow, wanting something clear,
Pale yellow, daunting task cannot be that near

Forever leering, forever dashing,
Forever looking to peers,
Forever hollow, that's worse than yellow,
Piss is the color of tears,
This is the color of tears

Running scared,
Running scared

Pale yellow holding on,
Brace myself to stand,
Tell myself it is okay,
Taking my own hand

Forever peering into the water,
Returning back to the sea,
Under the sea foam,
Where I have come from,
Breathing freely

Forever yellow, forever yellow

There’s a girl that you might know
She’s a friend at least I tell you so
But it might surprise you to find
There’s something going on behind the door

When I’m asleep it gives me time to think
Thoughts that I wouldn’t dare speak aloud
I couldn’t bare myself before a crowd

I bide my time while biting my tongue
Hold closed my mouth so song is unsung
Get to the meat of things already
With buried secrets the ground is heavy

That’s just the way things used to be

There’s a girl who’s close to me
Closer than you’d like to think
Dig up all the dirt you see
There’s always more than underneath

I bide my time while biting my tongue
Hold closed my mouth so song is unsung
Get to the meat of things already
With buried secrets the ground is heavy

That’s just the way things used to be

Oh you unfortunate few
Nobody’s listening to me
It came at a time when I just started
To say something interesting

Bubbling thoughts I’ve been thinking a lot
But I don’t write them down with a smile
More of a frown as I’m looking down
No pen in my pocket no pockets to fill

Far too long ago my chances were slim
I’m knocking the door but they won’t let me in
Configuring why takes the whimsy from whim
You’re all blocking the door won’t you please let me in

Oh you unfortunate few
Stuck in your special space
I’m here on my own though I’m not alone
It feels like a miserable place

At first you remember but then you forget
And once I’m forgotten you can’t get me back
I’m knocking the door but nobody hears
I’m banging it down won’t you answer it please

And nobody’s asking for more
Nobody’s looking for anything
Nobody wants me to say a thing
Nobody misses the missing

Ascend or Descend
Upon a plot with the same ending
My timing’s no good
But it saves me from troubles ahead

But you might not be figured with eyes
Might not be figured with ears
Might not be something to figure at all
Until you are actually here

I’ve gone back on my words which constantly change
I believe what I mean at the time that I say them
I’m climbing a wall of infinite height
I couldn’t go through, though I try as I might

They’re telling me fictional distractions
Fictional stories
I have heard enough of these
Is anybody missing me?

I am treading on cow pile mountains
Before you answer my call
Lounging at breakfast a recoiled monster
With tied mouth somehow telling all

Before it breaks before you've listened
Short stacks are sitting high
Lips are dry maybe you're guessing why

Don't mean to make you sick
It just works out that way
You say it's walnut bread
We know it's what I say

Friends do tell me it's best to say little
The less you put out the less that's gone
But sitting here lazing the smaller I feel
'Cause I expand when I let on

My love for you is not like friendship
Can you tell from my brave toned words
This timid girl likes very much your hand