Funeral Dress Lyrics — wussy (the band)

Funeral Dress (2005) Lyrics

Airborne

(Lyrics: Chuck Cleaver, Lisa Walker / Music: Cleaver, Wussy)

Well you said that you would call me
And when you didn’t call me
I gave you up for dead
So I was working on a backbone
And chiseling a tombstone
When you called me up and said
Through a wall of heavy breathing
You thought it was relieving
To be out on your own
How a voice that used to thrill me
Could cut me up and kill me
On the fucking telephone
You did not even send me airborne anyway
Why in the world I hung around it’s hard to say

It was just another Thursday
Like any other Thursday
Except that we were through
We were wading through the concrete
And digging through the scrap heap
Deciding what belonged to who
All the treasure from the good days
Was going through the last phase
Of yours and yours and mine
When something from the yours pile
Shattered on the floor tile
And you went off like Frankenstein
You did not even send me airborne anyway
Why in the world I hung around it’s hard to say

I think it’s clear that I adore you
I didn’t mean to bore you
Or grind it in so deep
I had to put another call in
I didn’t think you’d fall in
With the company you keep
And you tell me that you love me
But you don’t really love me
You remind me every day
When you’re living in a flood plain
It doesn’t take a hard rain
To wash it all away
You did not even send me airborne anyway
Why in the world I hung around it’s hard to say

Funeral Dress

(Words: Chuck Cleaver, Lisa Walker, Mark Messerly / Music: Cleaver, Wussy)

So in order that you look your best
You save your money for a funeral dress
Skipped your dinner when you got the news
Maybe now you can afford the shoes
But you're alive
Each and every day you're alive
Counting every second you're alive
Knowing it'll never come again

You've never run so far from anywhere
You clutched the rail but never left the stairs
Scars are hidden by a plastic ring
Coming home may be the hardest thing
You're alive
Each and every day you're alive
Counting every second you're alive
Knowing it'll never come again

Feeling poorly but it's just as well
You love the fabric but you hate the smell
So in order that you look your best
You save your money for a funeral dress
You're alive
Each and every day you're alive
Counting every second you're alive
Knowing it'll never come again

Soak It Up

(Words: Lisa Walker / Music: Walker, Wussy)

You cut off your hair despite all the warnings
And burned all my letters on your concrete block
I wasn't there when they found you in the morning
I found a bullet while you were finding God

I'll take the blame
But drinking's just too easy
And I can't soak it up
When the memories start to run
I have a plan that could
Get us to the next town
But I never thought I'd drive
This far without a gun

When the hurricane came I didn't board the windows
I knew by the name it was coming for me
I wasn't there when the sun came in the morning
I never had a reason to stay anyway

I'll take the shot
Right between the eyes
But I just can't soak it up
When the memories start to run
I have a plan that could
Get us through the next four summers
I never thought I'd drive
This far without a gun

Shunt

(Words: Chuck Cleaver / Music: Cleaver, Wussy)

This expedition's gotten way off course
And now you're asking for a man called horse
And I don't fit the bill
After stepping on a lockjaw nail
Any remedy is bound to fail
If you don't take the pill
I wish my head had a tap
And I wish my mind had a drain
So I could shunt my fears away

I'm getting ready for a king-sized poke
About as funny as a punchline joke
I laugh until it hurts
I know you're hoping for a lead pipe cinch
But I've been looking for the right-sized wrench
To throw into the works
Well I wish my head had a tap
And I wish my mind had a drain
So I could shunt my fears away

Conversation Lags

(Words: Mark Messerly, Chuck Cleaver, Lisa Walker / Music: Wussy)

The birds along the power lines have taken to the air
The cat up in the window looks but doesn't seem to care
There wasn't any warning and she didn't pack her bags
But I still miss her singing when the conversation lags
(Come to me you heavy laden, come to me and I will give you rest)

The gravedigger's sad for all the things that go unsaid
It's hard to have a life when you are living in your head
Now that she is missing I can see most of the cracks
But I still miss her laughing when the conversation lags
(Come to me you heavy laden, come to me and I will give you rest)

Crooked

(Words: Lisa Walker / Music: Walker, Wussy)

This is the night the insects appear
After seventeen years on this side of town
Singing the songs they learned underground
They've been missing so long I'm surprised they're around
It wasn't meant the way you took it
With all your pictures hanging crooked
But I was glad to see the look on your face anyway

This is the part where I break you out
And remove any doubt as to which side I'm on
Taking the chance and breaking the glass
And people will talk for years to come
It wasn't meant the way you took it
With all your pictures hanging crooked
But I was glad to see the look on your face anyway

Humanbrained Horse

(Words: Chuck Cleaver / Music: Cleaver, Wussy)

Humanbrained horse
Ten cents admission
A wonder of course
But I have my suspicions
Is he smarter than me
Let's hear it for
The dreaded blue racer
He settled the score
And then he chased her to me
Chased her to me
I don't know why it matters
But I know it does
Come see the man who never was

Motorcycle

(Words: Lisa Walker / Music: Walker, Wussy)

Sixteen motorcycles just today
Wonder what could bring them out this way
And they're all riding out of town
Looking for the one that turns around

And if they offered I would take it
A free ride out of this place
And I would sit right on the back without a helmet on
One day you'll see

The window can't afford much company
But you told me you'd be coming back for me
The speed just makes it seem farther away
Sixteen motorcycles just today

And if they offered I would take it
A free ride out of this place
And I would sit right on the back without a helmet on
One day you'll see

He moves in ways that we can't understand
No one can trace the Lord's almighty hand
And rapture isn't what I thought it'd be
But Jesus and his angels ride with me

And if they offered I would take it
A free ride out of this place
And I would sit right on the back without a helmet on
One day you'll see

Yellow Cotton Dress

(Words: Chuck Cleaver, Lisa Walker / Music: Cleaver, Wussy)

The yellow cotton dress
Is beautiful no doubt
But it becomes a motherfucker
When you fill it out

The pillow on your side
Is practically brand new
But it can't offer comfort to me
Until it smells of you
You're everywhere

The silverware you used
Is on the table still
Someone else will have to move it
Because I never will
You're everywhere

Bought It Again

(Words: Lisa Walker, Chuck Cleaver / Music: Walker, Wussy)

Your heart gave way and nobody knew
When the smoke cleared out
There was nobody there but you
You came and showed your face around here
You made it perfectly clear
That your heart gave way and nobody knew
You severed the brake line and bought it again
Got tangled in the lifeline and bought it again

I found a way to settle the score
I kicked down the door
By the time you patched it up I was back for more
To prove to you that I was sincere
I made it perfectly clear
That my heart gave way and nobody knew
I severed the brake line and I bought it again
Got tangled in the lifeline and I bought it again

Well, your heart gave way and nobody knew
When the smoke cleared out
There was nobody there, no one but you
You came and showed your face around here
You made it perfectly clear
That your heart gave way and nobody knew til you
You severed the brake line and bought it again
Got tangled in the lifeline and bought it again
Fell apart and you bought it again
Fell apart and you bought it again

Don’t Leave Just Now

(Words: Chuck Cleaver, Lisa Walker / Music: Cleaver, Wussy)

The garbage trucks are on parade
The drivers smile and wave as they
go rolling by
The jets are out, their vapor trails
Are imitating ceiling tiles across the sky
Don't leave just now

Accuweather calls the rain
It's falling on the little things you love the most
You wipe them off with paper towels
While swearing that you won't get
swallowed by the ghosts
Don't leave just now

Beside you in the driveway
I'm considering the things I never figured out
Like trying to describe to you
The feeling that goes through me when I
kiss your mouth
Don't leave just now