"69 Love Songs"

[fiefoe]

I'm not a lyrics person, but when pearls are cast in front of one, one does not wish to appear porcine. The Magnetic Fields mostly keep to this side of clever.

Well I'm sorry that I love you
It's a phase I'm going through

and I make you pay and pay
but I could never make you stay

knowledgeable, but not always right,
salvageable and free for the night

We don't have to be stars
    exploding in the night
or electric eels under the covers

or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus
smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth

Must we really waltz
Drag another cliche
howling from the vaults

A pretty girl is like a minstrel show
It makes you laugh
It makes you cry
You go
It just isn't the same on radio

And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tat or tatters you're entrancing
Be we in Paris or in Lansing

Whining and pining is wrong and so
on and so forth, of course, of course,
but no you can't have a divorce

But I'll turn into a supernova
and burn up everything
Well I'll turn into a black little hole
and you'll turn into string...
But I'll turn into God Himself
and then you'll come to me
Well I will not believe in you
and then where will you be...

a little glimpse of nothingness
sucking meaning from the
rest of this mess

You called me mad
as a hatter
Some fall in love
I shatter