Ginger Root
- Loretta
Loretta, I see you walking now and then. Loretta, I see you coming near. Why's it oh so hard? To turn back and finally whisper "How are we supposed to carry on?" Well, I've got to, for now, forget her and everything she said - she lied. I met her morning, noon, and night. Well I'd say "I fooled ya." So Loretta, you never won the fight. Why's it oh so hard to turn back and finally whisper "How are we supposed to carry on?"
They Might Be Giants
- Ana Ng
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular to the name of this town in a desktop globe. Exit wound in a foreign nation - showing the home of the one this was written for. My apartment looks upside down from there. Water spirals the wrong way out the sink - and her voice is a backwards record. It's like a whirlpool, and it never ends. Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence.
They Might Be Giants
- Put Your Hand Inside the Puppet Head
Memo to myself: do the dumb things I gotta do, touch the puppet head. Quit my job down at the carwash, didn't have to write no one a goodbye note. That said, "The check's in the mail, and I'll see you in church, and don't you ever change." If the pu-pu-puppet head was only bu-bu-busted in - I'll see you after school. Put your hand inside the puppet head. Put your hand inside the puppet head. Put your hand inside, put your hand inside, put your hand inside the puppet head.
