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I wanted love, I needed love,
Most of all, most of all
Someone said true love was dead
And I’m bound to fall,
bound to fall for you

“I didn’t want to be your ghost
I didn’t want to be anyone’s ghost.”

Let’s go downtown and watch the modern kids
Let’s go downtown and talk to the modern kids
They will eat right out of your hand
Using great big words that they don’t understand
They say

Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo

They build it up just to burn it back down
They build it up just to burn it back down
The wind is blowing all the ashes around
Oh my dear god what is that horrible song they’re singing

Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
Rococo, rococo!
Rococo!

They seem wild but they are so tame
They seem wild but they are so tame
They’re moving towards you with their colors all the same
They want to own you but they don’t know what game they’re playing

Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
Rococo!
Rococo!

(Rococo)
(Rococo)

Rococo!
Rococo!

(Rococo)
(Rococo)

Rococo!

Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)

Kids are swingin’ from the power lines,
nobody’s home, so nobody minds.

Neighborhood #4 (7 Kettles)

My eyes are covered by the hands of my unborn kids

No Cars Go

(Hey!) Us kids know
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know

The Suburbs

The kids want to be so hard
But in my dreams we’re still screaming and running through the yard

Ready to Start

All the kids have always known
That the emperor wears new clothes
But to bow down to them anyway
Is better than to be alone

Rococo

Let’s go downtown and watch the modern kids
Let’s go downtown and talk to the modern kids
They will eat right out of your hand
Using great big words that they don’t understand

Month of May

The kids are all standing with their arms folded tight
Now some things are pure and some things are right
But the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight

Wasted Hours

You watch the life you’re living disappear
and now I see, we’re still kids in buses, longing to be free

Sprawl I (Flatland)

 “Well, where do you kids live?”
Well, sir, if you only knew what the answer’s worth
I’ve been searching every corner of the earth

Your heart felt good
it was drippin’ pitch
and made of wood

Well if you are (what you love)
And you do (what you love)
I will always be the sun and moon to you
And if you share (with your heart)
Yeah, you give (with your heart)
What you share with the world is what it keeps of you

Laundry day
See you there
Underthings
Tumbling

Want to say
Love your hair
Here I go
Mumbling

With my freeze ray
I will stop the world

With my freeze ray
I will find the time to
Find the words to

Tell you how
How you make
Make me feel
What’s the phrase?

Like a fool
Kind of sick
Special needs
Anyways

With my freeze ray
I will stop the pain
It’s not a death ray or an ice beam
That’s all Johnny Snow
I just think you need time to know
That I’m the guy to make it real
The feelings you don’t dare to feel
I’ll bend the world to our will
And we’ll make time stand still

That’s the plan
Rule the world
You and me
Anyday

Love your hair
(“What?”)
“No I . . I, uh . . . love the . . . air”
Anyway

With my freeze ray I will stop –

Sufjan got my attention with Seven Swans, particularly A Good Man is Hard to Find and The Dress Looks Nice On You. Come on Feel the Illinoise didn’t grab me as much (though the song John Wayne Gacy Jr stands out), but his new EP All Delighted People has grabbed me and has not yet let go. The first song, the title track, is, in my opinion, one of the greatest songs ever written. The lyrics are below :

[Stream it here, buy it here]

All Delighted People

Tomorrow you’ll see it through
The clouded out disguises put you in the room
And though I wandered out alone
A thousand lights abounded on our home
And I remember every sound it made
The clouded out disguises and the grave
So yeah I know I’m still afraid
Of letting go of choices I have made

All delighted people raise their hands

And I took you by the sleeve
No other reason than to be your leading man
And you woke up with a fright
Our lives depended on the visions through the night
All we had always, all we had always wanted to before
The hurricane inclined us, grappling on the floor

All delighted people raise their hands

Still the force of nature spurned
Ideas of strength and style abated by the burning basement

All delight people raise their hands

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And our schools look like prisons
And our prisons look like malls

“I used to go off in the bathroom, because the bathroom had tiles, so it was a slight echo chamber. I’d turn on the faucet so that water would run — I like that sound, it’s very soothing to me — and I’d play. In the dark. ‘Hello darkness, my old friend / I’ve come to talk with you again’.” -Paul Simon

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted
In my brain still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash
Of a neon light that split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices
Never share and no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools”, said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written
On the subway walls and tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence”

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