Les Savy Fav Album

My eyes are smaller than my stomach is.
That is Quite a meal for me.
I have lost my appetite lately.

The basement is where we wait for the
storm to break.
Someone os lost outside, through the rain
we hear them cry.

Deafened by the sound of the
apples falling down.
They were rottong on the ground
when the winter came around.

My bedroom feels just like a parking lot
thats been closed up for the night
asleep beneath the buzzing light.

I want some insomnia
Who's got that insomnia?
I'm just a hired hand,
My watch has it's demands.

I want some overdrive
Who's got that overdrive?
The breaks are broken
but the gas works fine,
I'm working overtime.

Keep your head up,
We'll work faster.
Keep your sweat up,
We're your masters.

We've got boxes,
We've got buttons.
Speed and soda,
we're all gluttons.

Lyrics
The landing party missed
it's check in call.
They're coming late,
or not at all.
The captian opened up the alcohol.
Some think it's bright.
Some think it's bleak.
We tried to stay drunk for
the first seven weeks.


We've been sleeping
with our shoes on
For much too long.

We've been sleeping
with our bags packed
For much too long.

Who rocks the party
That rocks the body?

We rock the party
That rocks the body.

I have got my coat on
And I'm headed toward the gates
of the great estate.
They can't loose the dogs on us,
Because the dogs like us
more than the dogs like them.

See the servants in the
southwest corner of the yard.
They've got booze
And they've got bonfires.
Who needs horse shoes?
Who need lawn darts?
Fuck the champagne
We want gin
LyricsWe'll take back toad hall again.

Call the cops to hall us in,
They're already here,
Up on the chandelier,
This is the party of the year.
The thing falls down
in a smash of glass.
The chief of police is on his
Ass.
The kitchen staff is
Up in stitches,
Theyre burning up theyre
Masters britches.

This house is and ancient tomb
Be warned,
Be warned,
Be warned.
Born in 1974
With the blood stains
on the door.

This house is a monument
You see,
You see,
You see.
Erect in 1983
In memory of
what you've done to me.

This house is a freight train
And it's mine,
And it's mine,
And it's mine.
Back in 1989
LyricsThey found my body
On the MorrisâЂ“Essex line.

A cord, accord,
A car, a call
The hospital said it would
Gladly repay it all.
I'm born, I'm bored,
I'm not at all.
This body Needs an Overhaul.

The blast from the cannon
Was more than
They could take.
Ever since that summer
They've been something
of a flake.
We pray for them at dinner,
We pray for them at dawn,
We pray that when they
grow up
That they'll be dead and gone
We pray that they will
Pass us by
But they keep coming on.

Wake up I'm coming over.

Watch the way the milk
has curdled in the cradle.
There's a rattle underneath
the kitchen table.
Were ignoring it as best
As we are able.
But the air in there is
static and unstable.

Theres a rapping
at the door.

You can drive a car,
But you have to ride a horse
We ride our lives,
Of course you know,
From barn, to yard
To wood, to road.

There was once a hand,
That would carry me anywhere.
That was 19 years ago,
Now my feet know where to go.

Great,
These things happen,
Iá•ve got to hand it to my heart,
It should have shattered long ago,
But the goddamned thing wont
fall apart.

Were traveling at
the speed of sound.
Lyrics
Its a good, great place to crash
a car,
But I dont think we have to do it.
Throw our notebooks
out the window
And put our family names into it.

Ive lost track of
the ambulence chasers
Coming up behind the car.
Its a 5 car pile up,
Thats a 1 heart pile up.

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This This is on.
Is this on?
Dis-Dishonest Don
is now gone.
You Know that isn't really true,
The band makes up history
for you.
You know this isn't really on,
Hit the switch and everybody's
gone.

They're feeding us daily,
Dairy and wine,
Crammed in a doll's house
With parsley, sage, rosemary,
And thyme.
WeÂ№re praying to Mary,
On the white line,
Hoping she'll take us back
For the very last time.

LyricsYou get out of bed,
And put on your shoes,
You're tired of them,
But they're not through with you.
We're guessing on tests.
Who knows what to do?
When the scientist said it
We knew it was true.
You're born and you're red,
You're dead and you're blue
You're green at 19
And grey at 22.

Skating on the interstate-
We'd like to stay that way

Miracles exist,
So many that it's shocking.
Surely we caná•t resist,
To sometimes go
Sherlocking.
This hairpin is a clue,
If this headstone is
a mystery
Whose tenant has been screwed
By high wind and history.

There is a snake
inside the office.
There is a weight inside
the airplane.
The scientist creates
Another strain.

The pin-up was pent-up,
Her patience was spent up,
On clothing and close-ups,
LyricsAnd 2 minute touch ups.
Blown by the airbrush,
Dolled up and drugged up,
By 5 minute fuck ups,
With hairbrush and blood lust.
But now that she's safe,
And away from the scene,
She keeps getting voicemail,
On her message machine.
They sing,
âЂŒCall me when you want to
have it all again.âЂќ

Leave a teardrop
on the rooftop,
To evaporate at dawn.
Maybe itá•s an SOS for
who it falls upon.
I know that it's a long shot,
But itá•s one Iá•m counting on.

Dreaming Dimwits
take a stand,
On this night we must
demand,
Let the microscope be
Damned,
By the hammers in our hands.

Calmly we're dissolving
On the exit frame.

These are unusual fissions.

Consider this incentive.
Don't you even get it?
You planted it,
Let's wet it.
You earn it and
we spend it.

All nerve endings shut down.
Stiff lipped at the countdown.
All systems are go,
All systems are gough,
All systems are ghosts.

In a can,
In a cupboard,
In a submarine,
There's nothing left inside,
In a basket at the bottom of the guillotineLyrics
Is where the sailor cried.
He never said a word
To the jury of the press
And when the ax-blade bit his neck,
"Set me free" is all he said.

In a pixel,
In a portrait,
In a T.V. screen
There's nothing left to hide.
Stitched each instant by the firing electron beam
Let the camera man decide.
He never said a word
To the jury of the press
When the on-air light turned red,
"Cut Away" is all he said.

When he opened it up,
He dropped his coffee cup,
And when the cup hit the ground
The whole damn house came stumbling down.

Good by my memory.
From this point on I'm unsettling.

In Brooklyn we stay home.

REFORMAT!!!!

Walk 5 feet above the mountain,
The landscape remains the same.
Walk 5 feet below the ground and
The landscape is unchanged.
I know my home's eroding,
The mountain rises again.
I've seen the ocean rising,
Only the stones remain.
I've heard the Titan stirring,
I don't know who to blame.

This water tastes like wine.
This water tastes like turpentine.
I didn't travel all this way
Just to leave a trail of tears behind.
I didn't travel all this way
Just to drag a tail behind.
I didn't travel all this way
Just to leave my hands and nails behind.

Everybody prays that
The rain will shatter the dam.
The water will turn the mortar to sand.
The engineers have done
All they can
But we're damned.

Little lost lamb,
I've done all I can,
The barn door has blown shut
And the brook is rising up.
To move,
To breath,
We must cherish these.
We have these things like feet.

The townies saw a monster
But the monster saw a man.
The coroner's report
Found a flower in his hand.
Before pitchforks and torches,
Ferdinand made his last stand.
The farmer dropped his sword
And went back to his plow.
The children it had frightened
Were even more scared now.
The minister and mayor
Told the people to be proud.

And when they went to bed
They tossed and turned all night.
But when the sun came up
They never saw the light.
And when the worms had finished them,
They knew that they were right.

This mountain has
A mind of its own.

Rally up my friends
And stand by my bedside,
If I die tonight
Put my head inside a mason jar.
Put it in the ocean
And send it out to sea.
I'm wading because...
And when I hit some shore,
And when my seal is broke,
I'll split my eyes and lips asking,
"Is this a judgment or a joke?"

This is a chance to dissect it.
This is a chance to make it up.
These are the words we've selected.

Don't believe my lies
Of an afterlife spent drifting;
After 40 hours
I sank straight to the bottom
Of the harbor near my home
And there I lay alone,
The spider crab
Is finely clad
Beneath my cloak of brain and bone.

In the basement of the dress shop,
They play poker on the weekends.
Old men trading laces,
It's an absolute disgrace.
They never gave a tip
To the boy who ran the route.
They never gave a shit
What the paper was about,
But when they heard he died
They read the news that day
Just so they could see
What his obituary would say.
It said:
"Rally up my friends
And stand by my bedside!
Rally up my friends
And stay with me tonight!"