The Ugly Organ
Album - 4 marzo 2003 - Debaser id 50826

And now, we proudly present
Songs perverse, and songs of lament.
A couple of hymns of confession,
And songs that recognize our sick obsessions.
Sing along - I'm on the ugly organ

And now, we proudly present
songs perverse and songs of lament.
A couple of hymns of confession,
and songs that recognize our sick obsessions.
Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again.
Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ, so lets begin.
There's no use to keep a secret,
everything I hide ends up in lyrics...
so read on- accuse me when you're done-
if it sounds like I did you wrong.

Our father, who art in heaven,
save me from this wreck I'm about to drown in.
Didn't I learn anything counting out
my sins on rosary beads?
The reverend plays on the ugly organ;
he spews out his sweet and salty sermon
on the audience.

...So why do I think I'm any different?

I've been making money off my indifference.
We all pass the hat around,
'This is my body', this is the blood I found
on my hands after I wrote this album.
Play it off as stigmata for crossover fans...
some red handed sleight of hand.

Woah oh.

Cut it out
Your self-inflicted pain
Is getting too routine
The crowds are catching on
To the self-inflicted song
Well here we go again:
The art of acting weak
Fall in love to fail
To boost your cd sales
And that cd sells
Yeah, what a hit
You've got to repeat it
You gotta sink to swim

First you don't, you don't succeed
You gotta recreate your misery
'Cause we all know art is hard
Young artists have gotta starve
Try and fail and try again
The comforts of repetition
Keep churning out those hits
'Til it's all the same old shit

Oh, a second verse
Well, color me fatigued
I'm hiding in the leaves
In the cd jacket sleeves
Tired of entertaining
Some double-dipped meaning
A soft-serve analogy
Those drunken, angry slurs
Yeah, in 31 flavors

Gotta sink, gotta sink, gotta sink to swim
Immerse yourself in rejection
Regurgitate some sorry tale
About a boy who sells his love affairs
You gotta fake, fake, fake the pain
You better make, make, make it sting
You're gonna break, break, break a leg when you get on stage
And they scream your name:
'Oh, cursive is so cool!'

You gotta sink, gotta sink, gotta sink to swim
Impersonate greater persons
'Cause we all know art is harder
When we don't know who we are

I wake alone
in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake alone
and pretend that I am finally home

Her room is littered with her books
and notebooks
I imagine what they say
like, shoo fly dont bother me

and I can hardly get myself out of her bed
for fear of never lying in this bed again
Oh christ -- I'm not that desperate --
oh no, oh god, i am

How'd I end up here to begin with?
I don't know
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh, please don't barage me with the questions
to all those ugly answers
My ego's like my stomach
it keeps shitting what I feed it

but maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore
maybe I can wait in bed till she comes home
and whispers, You're in my web now
I've come to wrap you up tight till it's time to bite down

I wake alone
in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake alone
and pretend that I am finally home
home

I can't stop the monster I created.

[Spoken:] He swam steadily for most of the day. Suddenly he found himself approaching an enormous floating cavern. Could it be an island? Pinocchio looked closer and he saw two huge rows of sharp, yellow teeth and he realized his mistake. So he would sulk and drink and mope and cross his arms and hope to die. And then a fairy came one night to bring this sorry boy to life. She pulled some strings and spun him about. That boy sprang up and began to shout, "My arms, my legs, my heart, my face they're alive!" And she would cry, "Liar, liar! What have I done? You're no lover, and I'm no fighter." (The story goes on) So he would buy her things and kiss her hair to show he was for real. And she would take those gifts and kisses though just stringing him along. She knew about those wooden boys- it's an empty love to fill the void. "Pinocchio! Oh boy, how your nose has grown!" So he would cry, "Liar, liar! I'll prove it to you!" But then it grew He had grown tired of her So it was true He left her apartment And he walked all night long 'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean. But still he walked on, amongst the whales and the waves, and screamed "Liar, liar!" And his wooden body floated away. He just drifed away. And now I wonder how i was made... my arms, my legs, my heart, my face, my name is Driftwood.

Your gentleman caller
well, he's been calling another
he loves his forbidden fruit.
and it dribbles down his chin
he cries, "Baby, I've been drinking
with some friends! Now how
'bout a little kiss..."
Bad boy!
Rub his nose in it!
What a mess
and he's playing dumb
"doo do doo..."

"I'm not looking for a lover,
all those lovers are liars
I'd never lie to you
You say you want to get even?
Yeah, you want to get
your bad man good?
Well, are you in the mood?

You bad girl!
Does it feel good being bad?
And getting worse?
"Doo do doo..."

But in the morning
on the sober dawn of Sunday
you're not sure what you have done
who told you love was fleeting?
sometimes men can be so misleading
to take what they need from you
whatever you need to make you feel
like you've been the one behind the wheel
the sunrise is just over that hill
the worst is over
Whatever I said to make you think
that love's the religion of the weak
this morning we love like weaklings
the worst is over.

In the desert,
where the cities are made of gold,
there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails.
And her mom calls out from an apartment balcony,
"Come on, baby!
your bath is ready!
it's almost time for sleep"
And i wonder, who's the father...
and i wonder what they call her-Sierra
does her mother smoke or does she jog every morning?
does she drink
when she thinks about me
or doesn't she need to drink?
does she have a man
who works a 9 to 5
does he come home
to kiss our young sierra, tuck her in
and say goodnight?
and an extra kiss for mama...
i want that kiss, that kid, that apartment
i'm ready to settle down now
so get that man out of my bed
i want my daughter back now
i want to kiss her, tuck her in, and say, "goodnight, my baby girl"
sierra
sierra
sierra
sierra
sierra
i'll never know
know who you are
and i don't deserve to
sierra
sierra
sierra
sierra
my little girl
we would have been so...oh, nevermind
but i'm ready to settle down now
yeah i'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind
I could be your carpenter,
and you could be my twinkling north star o'er the desert sky.

I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking and screaming
blood boiling and streaming
There are things far too dark to comprehend
Sleep on it one more night my sad old friend

Doo do Doo do Doo do Doo do

The worst is over.