Standing on the corner in Winslow, Arizona
It's Monday afternoon and it's a beautiful day to commit suicide in Annandale-on-Hudson, New York. My mental health remains intact, but you'd have to be superman to ignore the way these early spring breezes weigh on your big heart.
The game room is empty (Mr. Subliminal: Come to the game room you don't have anything better to do monday one to six it's the place).
Dear Alissa and Jackie,
I don't have much money, but oh if I did I'd buy a big house where we all could live. We could get a little ranch together somewhere, or somethin. If you marry me, I'll be the happiest girl in North Carolina. What do you say?
Love,
Andi
Here are some Neutral Milk Hotel lyrics so you can't forget how crazy Jeff Mangum is:
While you and your mother
Were asleep in the trailer park
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings
And bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful
All in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me
Say what your want to say
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me
And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and 500 families
And will she remember me 50 years later
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine
The game room is empty (Mr. Subliminal: Come to the game room you don't have anything better to do monday one to six it's the place).
Dear Alissa and Jackie,
I don't have much money, but oh if I did I'd buy a big house where we all could live. We could get a little ranch together somewhere, or somethin. If you marry me, I'll be the happiest girl in North Carolina. What do you say?
Love,
Andi
Here are some Neutral Milk Hotel lyrics so you can't forget how crazy Jeff Mangum is:
While you and your mother
Were asleep in the trailer park
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings
And bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful
All in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me
Say what your want to say
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me
And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and 500 families
And will she remember me 50 years later
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine