Bright Eyes
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I do my best to sleep through the caterwaul
The classicists, the posturing avant-garde
I bought a grey macaw named him Jules Verne
He'll probably outlive me he's a bright bird
Keeps me company I teach him new words

I saw a hologram at the theme park
She looked as real as me through the white fog
Then she melted down to her ankles
Turned into a million-watt candle
If I knew where she went I would follow

Walking through the land of tomorrow
Martian trinkets, plastic Apollos
In the sunshine try to act normal
My veins are full of flat cherry-cola
Slept on a bench by the rollercoaster

Dreamt I was riding on a motorbike
Lion of Judah painted on the side

I'm doing fine, I'm back in the Palisades
Life's a wash, a pastoral school play
China shops and cold ivory towers
I and I make toasts to the Caesars
Forcing down the dregs of Decembers

Madeline she spins in a slow bang
All through the house the strong smell of burnt sage
Let's make it clean and run out the spirits
I know a diving bell when I hear it
We're going down now under the surface

Light to dark can shift in an instant
Feeling close but keeping my distance
On all fours she's just so insistent
Fills my mind with jump ropes and slit wrists

Bust through the Firewall into heaven
Then I'm standing in that blinding light
Crooked crosses falling from the sky
Seen yeah seen by I and I


Mirror lyrics:

Seen yeah seen by I and I
Crooked crosses falling from the sky
Then I'm standing in that blinding light
Bust through the Firewall into heaven

Fills my mind with jump ropes and slit wrists
On all fours she's just so insistent
Feeling close but keeping my distance
Light to dark can shift in an instant

We're going down now under the surface
I know a diving bell when I hear it
Let's make it clean and run out the spirits
All through the house the strong smell of burnt sage
Madeline she spins in a slow bang

Forcing down the dregs of Decembers
I and I make toasts to the Caesars
China shops and cold ivory towers
Life's a wash, a pastoral school play
I'm doing fine, I'm back in the Palisades

Lion of Judah painted on the side
Dreamt I was riding on a motorbike

Slept on a bench by the rollercoaster
My veins are full of flat cherry-cola
In the sunshine try to act normal
Martian trinkets, plastic Apollos
Walking through the land of tomorrow

If I knew where she went I would follow
Turned into a million-watt candle
Then she melted down to her ankles
She looked as real as me through the white fog
I saw a hologram at the theme park

Keeps me company I teach him new words
He'll probably outlive me he's a bright bird
I bought a grey macaw named him Jules Verne
The classicists, the posturing avant-garde
I do my best to sleep through the caterwaul


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