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Eels
Eels


Background information
Origin Los Feliz, California, United States
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Alternative Rock
Lo-Fi
Years active 1995—present
Label(s) DreamWorks
Vagrant Records
Members
E
Koool G Murder
The Chet
Knuckles
P-Boo
Former members
Jonathan "Butch" Norton
Tommy Walter
Adam Siegel
John Parish
Lisa Germano
Joe Gore
Puddin'
Shon Sullivan
Alan Hunter



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Eels Album


Broken Toy Shop (1993)
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tarot cards
said i'm already dead
crystal ball
fell down onto my head
tenderness
if i want it i pay
my true love
well she threw it away


but i can shine it all on
i can shine it all on
i can shine it all on
and still be amazed


had some money
and a hole in my pocket
had a house
but i forgot to lock it
took a drag
from a smoke that may kill me
what a drag
how the winter wind chills me


i can shine it all on
i can shine it all on
i can shine it all on
and still be amazed


i'll shine it on just like macbeth
in the face of certain death
of a salesman or a king
and when the palm trees are on fire
i'll take my boat out on the sea


had a face
but i never could save it
had a kid
but i never would name it
have a life
well that's what they call it
it's a road
but I guess i could crawl it



. . .


so whatch'ya gonna do about me
i've been hanging 'round a while
trading books and knowing glances
i thought i'd stick around
but this really ain't my style


so this ain't heaven on earth
looks like we'll have to wait
but we are standing at the gate


i took a look inside your attic
and secret shelves and hidden rooms
it didn't scare me when i saw it
your hidden attic is no temple of doom


and this ain't heaven on earth
looks like we'll have to wait
but we are standing at the gate


so whatch'ya gonna do 'bout me
put me on a secret shelf
i wanna change myself around
you know i'd do it
if i thought that it would help

. . .


she had the eyes of someone older
i have the eyes that wander 'round
i couldn't see what really mattered


caught hell from my boss
don't care about my job
caught a cold from the rain
don't care if i'm cold
played every record that i own today
but the only thing i care about got away


she was a walking work of art
i am a broken wind-up toy
i thought i knew what really mattered


got a flat on the road
don't care about my car
lost twenty-six bucks
don't care about my rent
caught every episode on tv today
but the only thing i care about got away


she had a brilliant future
i have a past
i have my memories
but they're fading fast

. . .


She hides in the library reading Henry Miller books,
'Til they flash the lights, its time to go,
When she was a little kid she said,
Dad, I don't know why I feel so penniless inside,

She's on the promenade,
She's looking for a dress,
She's locked outside a world,
Just a Manchester girl,

Oh I'll meet you there,
By the old newsstand,
Oh I'll meet you there tonight,

Shoot out at a nieghbor's house,
She pulls the covers over her head,
She's counting the shots as they go by,
In Pandora's litter box,
Well it's getting mighty high,
That cat's gonna keep her up at night,

Another scary dream,
Another cigarette,
She's locked outside a world,
Just a Manchester girl

. . .


walking along by the l.a. river
this river's such a joke
and so am i
i don't know why i should believe her
i don't care what she says
i wanna die


i'd jump right in the drink
but there's no water
i'd jump right in and sink
away from here
poor river
empty river
i'm feeling just like you


walking along by the l.a. river
stepping on broken glass
and kicking cans
she's telling me i don't even know her
i guess there's some things i won't understand


i'd love to float away like old tom sawyer
i'd love to run away and be huck finn
poor river
empty river
i'm feeling just like you


walking along by the l.a. river
reading graffiti
and throwing stones
she's looking for someone to deliver
she doesn't give a damn if i'm alone


i'd dive right in and drown
but there's no water
my head may hit the ground
but still I'm here
poor river
l.a. river
i'm feeling just like you

. . .


well i'll rise above
once I forget
what it was like then
before we met
i had no dreams
there was no plan
you see it's just that i was
a most unpleasant man


and now it all
has come to pass
i guess i knew somehow
it couldn't last
and so i'm back
where i began
and once again i've become
a most unpleasant man


where will i go
if you're not there
i'll try to find you
everywhere


remember me
not as i am
but how i was
as your truest friend
remember me
not as i am
how did i ever become
a most unpleasant man
i'll see you later bab


. . .


it's really more than i can say
looking at this tower
angels are off duty and asleep
in these wee hours


and there's no place i can go
and this noise inside my head
it comes and goes
it comes and it goes


there's really nothing you can stop
so i guess i'm gonna try
climbing up this tower
walking up the stones
stocking feet
to the clock


this is one place that i know
and the face in front of me
it comes and goes


not some lucky charm
but something to hold onto
that could hold onto me


and there's no place i can go
and this noise inside my head
it comes and goes
it comes and it goes

. . .


tomorrow i'll be nine
and everything will be the same
tomorrow i'll be nine
it's only gonna be another day


they're always looking at me funny
i'm always doing something wrong
i'm thinking they'd be better off
if i was gone


tomorrow i'll be nine
and everything will be the same
tomorrow i'll be nine
it's only gonna be another day


they never tell me what they're thinking
they're always busy being mad
i start to thinking
could it be 'cause I am bad


oh i'll go
where i can't hear them
oh i'll go away


there's got to be someone who wants me
there's got to be someone who cares
don't know where they are
but i am going there


tomorrow i'll be nine
and everything will be the same
tomorrow i'll be nine
i think it's time to make my getaway

. . .


i saw some photos of a happy family
hanging up on the thrift shop wall
i paid the man and i brought them back home
i feel better now when they don't call


every once in a while
i see your face when i stare at the ceiling


i truly regret
the day i wrote you off


always dreamed that one day i'd leave home
and now i do it again and again
and here i go looking for my new home
or shall i say looking for a best friend


every once in a while
i see your face when i stare at the ceiling


i truly regret
the day i wrote you off

. . .


you up there
don't you think there's something you can do
well no one ever told me it was gonna be this way
me down here
well look at all the things i try to do
every day's another day
but nothing else is new


everything i see is broken
there's no water in the well
oh won't you please send me
someone to break the spell


well is it me
or is it everyone that comes around
they always stay a little while
but they're gone before too long
hey you up there
looking down upon this sorry scene
is it what it's all about
or is this some bad dream


everything i see is broken
there's no water in the well
oh won't you please send me
someone to break the spell


i've got a million dreams stuck in my head
if i could live a few before i'm dead

. . .


don't know why
she thinks she loves him
don't go cry
he's just a toy


she calls it only love
her love it is not pure


she loves a puppet
she loves a puppet
and all that i can do is cry


got no soul
only a haircut
he's no man
barely a boy


why can't she understand
that i am her true love


she loves a puppet
she loves a puppet


he's made of flesh and blood
his footsteps make a heavy thud
his porch light's on
but no one's home


i'd love to make her mine
but i have to wonder why


she loves a puppet
she loves a puppet
and all that i can do is cry


. . .


i walked by your window
to see if you're home
the candle was burning
i could see you weren't alone
i shouldn't have gone by
but what could i do
i've never known anyone
who was quite like you


life ain't very easy when you've got
a permanent broken heart


i walk down the dirty street
and see the old man
but now he seems different
i think i understand
well maybe he had a love
and swore it was true
but then he blew it away
just like i lost you


life ain't very easy when you've got
a permanent broken heart


i'm looking out my window
there's not much of a view
and my hat is still quite blue


maybe i'll move away
to some other town
and maybe i'll find that thing
i've never found

. . .


oh no
she's giving back my old raincoat
the one i said she could keep
okay
she's taking back her umbrella
well that's alright with me


oh why
i feel like i'm a fighter
who only wins despite
my broken bones
the winner stands alone


every pocket has a hole
there is no hope
i'm walking around
in my old raincoat


oh yeah
she's tearing up my old letters
she's setting fire to the heap


oh joy
she says she's feeling much better
she says it's easy to sleep
without me there
in the cool night air


the sun is shining
the sky is blue
and I am cold
just walking around
in my old raincoat


now i know i'm really free

oh why
i feel like i'm a fighter
who only wins despite
my broken bones
the winner stands alone


every pocket has a hole
there is no hope
i've searched them all
looking for a note


the sun is shining
the sky is blue
and i am cold
i'm walking around
in my old raincoat


now i know i'm really free

. . .


eight lives left
one chapter down
still nothing new
in this old town


i'd like to spend at least
one life with you
eight lives left
and a heart that wants
to be true


five miles out
the depot is there
a greyhound is waiting
to take us somewhere


i'd like to spend at least
one life with you
eight lives left
and a heart that wants
to be true

. . .


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