Wussy Third Album Lyrics

Little Paper Birds

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

Never thought it’d come to this
But there you were sleeping in your clothes
In bed with your arithmetic
Your hair had grown so long in your repose
There among the broken glass
Were annuals and little paper birds
Faded in the sunlight of
The million ways that I can’t find the words
It’s alright. It’s alright

The days all run together in an angry pack
And now they’re catching up
I finally got your letter
And your punctuation hit me like a truck
She’ll be coming down the mountain
In a minute now to take us underground
To infiltrate the borders
And pray to Jesus when the devil’s not around
It’s alright. It’s alright. We’ve got all night.

Gone Missing

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

We met the other day on the catapult
When they threw us to the dogs you were at my throat
It’s funny what you do - do to get my goat
Well honey you’re the pain and the antidote
It always ends - It always ends like this
Gone missing

I’m giving you a ride to the reservoir
We’re veering off the path of the coming storm
It’s raining as our hero is changing form
Fantomah saves the way of the jungle born
It always ends -It always ends like this
Gone missing

We met the other day on our sinking ship
Trading souvenirs from our summer trips
Your hollow teeth are tasting my lower lip
Now my heart is on my sleeve or what’s left of it
It always ends - It always ends like this
Gone missing

Happiness Bleeds

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

I remember puking down the side of the car
The cost of drinking liquor from the mouth of a jar
Leaning on the fender and declaring that we’d name a star
Tramping through the brambles til our pants were all torn
Searching for a paper bag of mildewy porn
Reflecting on the neverending question
Why had we been born
Happiness bleeds all over you and me

I remember stumbling down the side of the road
Reeling from the ill effects of licking a toad
Bobbing and weaving and waiting for the sun to explode
Hour after hour throwing rocks at a sign
Looking for the weapon on the leafy incline
Swearing it’s the first you’ve ever seen it
Screaming it’s not mine
Happiness bleeds all over you and me

I remember sadness at the edge of your eyes
Surrounded by the darkness of a dead winter sky
Something like a kiss upon the temple
And the word goodbye
There were never devils living under the stairs
There were never angels in your grandmother’s hair
There has never ever been another that I could compare
Happiness bleeds all over you and me

Muscle Cars

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

You’ve been singing on my tape
Sleeping under lock and key
Kissing on the fire escape
Rock of ages cleft for me
And the room is picking up my cues
It spins and waits to see
If you’ll talk talk talk talk to me
It’s okay pull me under all the way

On the other side of town
You’re sleeping through the fire alarms
I could watch this city drown
From your everlasting arms
We could row against the undertow
There’s nothing here to see
Til you talk talk talk talk to me
It’s okay pull me under all the way

The sky is falling everywhere
But you don’t have to be afraid
It’s just bombs bursting in mid air
For the Independence Day Parade
And the stars faster than muscle cars
Are racing here to see
If you’ll talk talk talk talk to me
It’s okay pull me under all the way

Scream and Scream Again

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

Time is seldom on your side
Death to those who can’t abide
Some get soaked and some get fried
Either way at least you’ll say you tried

Apes are shouting go go go
Where they’re going, I don’t know
One to win and two to show
Why don’t they just pucker up and blow

Days are numbered in the end
You never know just how or when
It might be easy to pretend
But when it comes you’ll scream and scream again

All the Bugs Are Growing

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

In the back of the room where the night is waiting
I came back just in time to pick up my effects
Breathing in all the smoke from a cloud of suspicion
We are taking the stage for the first time
They scatter when we meet
And fall around your feet - Just like me

In the back of the house all the bugs are growing
We came back just in time to observe the effects
As they carry the weight of the world we created
We are saying hello for the first time
They scatter when we meet
And fall around your feet - Just like me

At the end of the year all the trees are blazing
We came back just in time to pay up our respects
Clinging fast to the bone, all the leaves are dying
They let go and take flight for the first time.
They scatter when we meet
And fall around your feet - Just like me

Dreadful Sorry

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

Cut paper snowflakes hang down from the ceiling
The bathwater ripples predicting an earthquake
An air bubble surfaces rising to heaven
Some call this living, but I call this living a lie
Dreadful sorry

The grandaddy longlegs is climbing the curtain
The breeze from the carport smells like a tornado
The sound of the turnpike comes in through the window
Some call this living, but I call this living alone
Dreadful sorry

I can tell by your accent that you’re from Ohio
The pump jockey says as he’s wiping the window
Stumbling forward, he snaps the antenna
Some call this living, but I call this living in hell
Dreadful sorry

Magic Words

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

You’re off in outer space
I’m here on earth
On any given day
The order is reversed
There’s no denying all the
Sadness that’s occurred
Lower the landing gear
Turn on the magic words

Say the magic words
That I’d love to hear
Catalog the birds
That are living near
Your house this year

Your disappearing act
My sleight of hand
The curtain’s closing
And they’re striking up the band
No use recalling
The misfortunes we’ve endured
Bring down the house lights
And bring on the magic words

Say the magic words
That I’d love to hear
Catalog the birds
That are living near
Your house this year

This Will Not End Well

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

Mother-daughter banquet
At the Bethel Baptist Church
You forgot her
That was bad
But I did something worse
Bitter memories
Will lessen as you live
“Bygones are bygones,”
She says as she forgives
But I can tell
This will not end well

I beg your pardon
If what I’ve done
Has thrown you off your course
It’s kindergarten
And you’re jumping on
A dead and bloated horse
Teacher tells you
She’ll snatch you from your shoes
You think about it
And the answer that you choose
Is “Go to hell”
This will not end well

If it’s now or never
Never is the one
That’s gonna win
Then there’s forever
We’re waiting on
Forever to begin
Our days are numbered
And the hour is drawing near
Call me a killjoy
But I don’t think I hear
Those wedding bells
This will not end well

Maglite

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

Is this your first time
Was that the last straw
I’ve got my stage fright
Safe in a glass jaw
Is this a bad time
Or the wrong place
Under the porch light
You had your game face on
But baby I can see you from here
Registering perfectly clear
And I guess I gotta hand it to you

I’m such a lost cause
What do we do
At the last call
When I smile that way at you
Is this a late show
Or a fist fight
I’ve got my crossbow
You got your Maglite on
So baby I can see you from here
Registering perfectly clear
And I guess I gotta hand it to you
You got your windows down
So baby I can hear you this way
I’m drowning so fast in your wake
That I never know what I’ swimming to

Death by Midadventure

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

Don’t have to hide it anymore
Our death by misadventure
The note you left me on the door
Said ‘go away, I’m sleeping’
And so I leave, but I believe
That you’ve been entertaining someone else
So I do what I think I’m supposed to
And I entertain myself.

Don’t have to bother anymore
Our death by misadventure
The scribbled pages on the floor
All full of hope and sadness
Someday we could write a book
That tells of all the
Stupid things we’ve done
And when we do, you know that
We won’t get away without offending some

Don’t have to worry anymore
Our death by misadventure
The note you left me on the door
Said ‘come on in, it’s open’
And when I do, the smell of you
In lavender comes at me like a truck
You know it never ever
Lasts quite long enough
And that is just my luck.

I can’t forget your memory
I can’t forget your face
Now the kudzu covers all the trees
And creeps up on the Queen Anne’s Lace
I’m tangled in the vines that hold me up
But I’m not exactly stuck
In the end you know that we won’t get away
And that is just my luck

Las Vegas

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

We hung around for better days
And unimpressive light displays
The promise of it anyway
Silent night and trees of fire
Holy ghost and my desire
You said you couldn’t name the hour
It began to feel like home

Las Vegas shines with colored lights
Looks like Christmas when you’re high
What a way to say goodbye
Silent night and trees of fire
Holy ghost and my desire
You said you couldn’t name the hour
It began to feel like home

It’s better than your cheap motel
It beats the antiseptic smell
A story we could live to tell
Silent night and trees of fire
Holy ghost and my desire
You said you couldn’t name the hour
It began to feel like home

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