Favourite Song lyrics


#204

This is genuinely one of my ‘to be played at my funeral’ songs.


#205

#206

“I’m A Dog” - Crash Test Dummies

I’m a dog, and I can smell your smell right through your clothes
And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not hold
Sometimes I am given pause to think when
I consider what we could call the good life

When it comes to the city versus the country life
Well, I must say that I far prefer a farmer’s wife
Breakfast with the master in the morning
Feel the breeze and brush against a cow’s leg - mmm!

But it seems the thinkers you call greatest are
The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away
How can they help but drag the species down?

There’s some debate about whether instincts should be held in check
Well, I suppose that I’m a liberal in this respect
I can’t say I liked Robinson Crusoe
But at least he didn’t tie his dogs up at night

And it seems the thinkers you call greatest are
The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away
How can they help but drag the species down?

How come all your poets fall into despondencies?
And then write it down for us to read every indignity?
Not such worthy specimens, these creatures
Hardly fit for what you could call the good life

And it seems the thinkers you call greatest are
The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away
How can they help but drag the species down?
How can they help but drag the species down?


#207

#208

“The Jail That Sets You Free”

Lately I’ve been picking at the fossil in my throat
It’s hard to stare into the ocean
And to try to stay afloat
Now don’t upset yourself due to the changing of my mood
I’m hard to please sometimes
I’m hard to please sometimes

I’m on a staircase to the bottom of the bottom of my soul
Although my feet are still connected
They are out of my control
Now please refrain yourself from worrying on my behalf
I’m hard to understand sometimes
I’m hard to understand sometimes

Honey come with me
It’s just you and me
Baby believe it’s
As simple as can be
I will be the jail that sets you free
I will be the jail that sets you free

I’m shuffling underneath my pillow for the bed-crumbs of my mind
It’s hard to look there for a future
When I left it all behind
Please don’t condescend and say you’ve heard this one before
I’m hard to please sometimes
I’m hard to please sometimes

And while you’re offering a handshake to a goddamn amputee
I feel my phantom heart is scratching in a train-wreck memory
Please don’t try to cure me with on rectifying glance
I’m hard to understand sometimes
I’m hard to understand sometimes

Honey come with me
It’s just you and me
Baby believe it’s
As simple as can be
I will be the jail that sets you free


#209

“Your Anchor”

She said baby you’re my gold
I said no babe, just your banker
She said baby you’re my chains
I said no hun I’m your anchor
I said baby you’re my wings
She said no babe, you’re a fish
I said baby you’re my dream
She said no hun, just your wish

She said baby you’re my river
I said no hun, I’m your drain
She said baby you’re my color
I said no babe I’m your stain
I said baby you’re my diamond
She said no babe, just your pick
I said baby you are magic
She said no jun, just a trick

She said baby you can see me
I said baby i just sense
She said baby you’re my castle
I said no hun, I’m your fence
I said baby you’re my lover
She said no hun, just your maid
I said baby i adore you
She said no babe, you’re just afraid