The City and Horses

Melodically devolving into madness

WE WILL NEVER BE DISCOVERED LYRICS

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WE WILL NEVER BE DISCOVERED

Down here, down here

Beneath the low, dark lamps

That hang above

The damp cold, cold floor

 

Below, below

Sixty feet or so

Of rock beneath

The hard, hard snow

 

The power, the power

Flickers down the hour

And taps from the chaps above

They know we're covered

 

We will never, we will never

We will never, we will never

Be discovered

 

Too late, too late

What a fate

They may find us face down here

Beneath the low, dark lamps

That hang above the damp cold floor

 

And above

Songs are sunged

Forks are tongued

Bells are runged

Men are hunged

With faces covered

 

We will never, we will never

We will never, we will never

Be discovered

 

THIS IS MANHATTAN

Holy shit

This is Manhattan

Look at the map

It’s under my hat

 

We sit on the banks

Of the river east

On broken planks

The river’s a beast

 

The river’s a beast

The river’s a beast

 

Holy shit

We’re in Manhattan

Unpack that grip

‘Cos something might happen

 

Holy shit

My legs do shake

Like they in a fit

Like this an earthquake

 

Like this an earthquake

Like this an earthquake

 

WAR PAINT

I’mma wear war paint

From now on I ain’t

Gonna wear nothing but

War paint

 

To the grocery store

And construction site

The colors on my face

Will be bright, bright, bright

 

I’mma wear war paint

From now on I ain’t

Gonna wear nothing but

War paint

 

To the sandy beach

And the library

The colors on my face

Will be scary

 

I’mma wear war paint

From now on I ain’t

Gonna wear nothing but

War paint

 

I wonder who will take exception

To my proclivity

It will do wonders for my complexion

But not my civility, oh silly me

 

I’mma wear war paint

From now on I ain’t

Gonna wear nothing but

War paint

 

THE COMPANY, INC.

There's a girl named Sally

She sits right by my desk

She's right up my alley

She does burlesque

 

So I tell my boss

I'll ask her for a drink

He says, "Ben, don't dip your pen in the company ink"

 

But I don't care

I'll take my chances

Who's to say

That work romances

Never work

 

And I don't care

If my boss is stern

His new wife's

My old intern

What a jerk

 

There's a boy named Ben

He sits right by my desk

He makes jokes now and then

He's Milton Berlesque

 

So I ask my friends

What do they think

They say,

“Ben dips his pen in the company ink”

 

But I don’t care

I’ll take my chances

Who’s to say that work romances

Never work

 

And I don’t care who my friends reject

Their choice in men’s always been suspect

It drives me berserk

When they drive me to work

 

And we don't care

What they think

We'll dip our pens

In the company

In the company ink

 

MAY I LOVE SOMEONE SOON

Most nights I wait

Till it's late enough to sleep

And slip into my bed

Like some monastic creep

 

Most days I wait

Till it's late enough to shake

And slip from of my bed

Like some fantastic flake

 

Oh may I love someone soon

Ooo-weee

Ooo-weee

 

Most nights I watch

The streets just like a hawk

Perching and searching

For someone to talk

 

To me it gets late

So very very fast

Closing shades

Opposing parades

Ain’t such a blast

 

WITH HIS PEN

Now that I'm an older man

Now that he's an older man

I'm gonna meet

He's gonna meet

A girl

To knock him off his feet

 

Now that I'm an older man

Now that's he an older man

I'm gonna make

He's gonna make

Some dough

To take that girl to a chateau

 

In France and Spain

Dance and champaign

I'm gonna love

He's gonna love

That girl

Till he can't get enough

 

Oh, I'm taking liberties again

With my pen, with my pen

I'm no, no, no, no, no, no

Leading man but with my pen

With my pen

 

Now that I'm an older man

Now that he's an older man

I'm gonna fight

He's gonna fight

I'm gonna stay

Up all night

 

Now that I'm an older man

Now that he's an older man

I'm gonna take

He's gonna take

Some pills

To make him stay awake

 

In the bars and in the clubs

Smoke cigars in hot tubs

I'm gonna live

The life

Gonna snort cocaine off a knife

 

Oh, I'm taking liberties again

With my pen, with my pen

I'm no, no, no, no, no, no

Leading man but with my pen

With my pen

 

Oh, I'm taking liberties again

Oh, he's taking liberties again

With my pen

With his pen

 

I'm no, no, no, no

He's no, no, no, no

Leading man

But with my pen

With his pen

But with my pen

 

NIGHTS LIKE THESE

It’s nights like these

I want you near

When the power’s out and all I hear

Are jets and pets and old swing sets and

Candle wax, a dying fax, a window cracks

Into this room where I spit with ghosts

We’re spilling drinks and making toasts

“His film stinks, we hate him the most the

The article should’ve mentioned us”  

In snakes and fakes we put our trust

 

It’s nights like these

That lights bleed

When the power’s out and I can’t see

That the floor is wet with the silhouette

Of a bronze horse and a bayonet

The type is set, I type, “you forget”  

Me lying in the tall grass like a statuette

I watch you pass

I watch you pass

I watch you pass right by

 

Wires are worthless and queer

It’s nights like this I want you near

When the dark dulls our senses

Like sweaters on fences

We have chain-link impressions on our backs

Abe Lincoln-pressions on the tracks

 

I am green with envy

You’re in Las Vegas, NV

A rainy night in CT

I want to walk with you in the dark

 

The summer rain, the car is parked.  

Behind the church where men lurch

And things perch

The pastor watches

My jeans tangle and your makeup blotches

His keys jangle and my belt notches

 

When the power’s out

I want to hear

You say my name

Then, “pull me near.”

 

DUM DEE DUM

Write me a song

I don't care if it's short

I don't care if it's long

Just write me a song

 

About my pretty dress

About the pretty mess

My life has become

Write a tune that I can hum

One that goes

Dum-de-dum-dum-dum

 

Write me a song

I don't care if you're short

I don't care if you're strong

Just write me a song

 

About how my job’s a bore

And how I sweep the floor up

Crumb by crumb

Write a tune that I can hum

One that goes

Dum-de-dum-dum-dum

 

I’m tired of begging you

I’m tired of egging you on

I’m tired of pegging

Pegging you all wrong

 

Write me a song

I don't care if it's short

I don't care if it's long

Just write me a song

 

About my job at Sheetz

And how I sweep the seats off

Crumb by crumb

Write a tune that I can hum

One that goes

Dum-de-dum-dum-dum

 

THE TALLEST MAN IN THE WORLD

The sisters come on Sundays

With goods in hand

A bike and a kitten

For the world's tallest man

Who struggles to fit in

To doors and chairs, cars and stairs

And bikes and shoes, even canoes

On couches, in beds, and hats on heads

In girls, and gloves, it shows that he loves

When the sisters come on Sundays

When the sisters come on Sundays

 

A man of phenomenal height

Can cause fright in most

And first I was scared

When he ripped out that post

But the grip of a giant

Is not the grip of a tyrant

 

He can open a fire hydrant

Dunk on Kobe Bryant

He’s always compliant

On Saturdays he’s reliant

The sisters come on Sundays

The sisters come on Sundays

 

WE’VE SAID IT BEFORE

It's winter

And I won't leave the door

But to kiss her

You would go to war

In the hinterlands

Well I'm not so sure

I miss her, yeah

But she won’t be sore

 

If I never leave the house again

Oh you've said it before

And I'll say it again

If I ever leave the house again

It'll be too soon

 

It's winter

I won't wear my coat

But to kiss him

You would sink your boat

 

In the frigid

Icy Arctic Sea

I miss him, yeah

But he don’t miss me

 

So I'll never leave the house again

Oh you've said it before

Well I'll say it again

 

If I ever leave the house again

It'll be too soon

 

I'll never leave the house again

Not for any women

Or any men

 

I'll never leave the house again

Not for any women

Or any men

 

If we ever leave the house again

It’ll be too soon