Lyrics

Graveyard Eyes

I called her
She was in the graveyard with Robert
I called her
She was touching a gravestone in the shape of my heart
And all my dreams, they sank like butterflies
And all my hopes lay six feet under
I called her
She was in the graveyard with Robert
I cried
For I forgot to hold her close to my heart
And all my dreams, they sank like butterflies
And all my hopes lay six feet under

Oh Graveyard Eyes
Stare inside
Make you blind
Oh I theorize
About all the lies I told
Hope I’ll be forgiven

I called her
I was in the graveyard alone and I called her
She sounded sleepy like she woke from her tomb
And as the soil pushed me under
I tasted dirt I tasted wonder as the
Phone fell from my hand
From my hand
From my hand
From my hand (repeat)

You called her
From your grave
You called her
You’re a sad parade
You called her
Love is a charade
You called her
Even though she won’t pick up

(Chorus)

 

Stop Frisking Me
(Stephen Paul Taylor, 2015)

I’ll bet you were so great
I’ll bet you owned the stage
I’ll bet you’re all the rage in London Town
I’ll bet you’re on postcards
I’ll bet you like playing hard
I’ll bet you’re a superstar behind your frown

Oh yes I’m listening
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
Your lips are glistening
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
You’re barely listening
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
You better stop frisking me
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa

I’ll bet you were straightlaced
And then you turned the page
And then you burned the crazy town down
I’ll bet you’re finishing
After reading Christine
Apparently obscene, the verbs and nouns

Oh yes I’m listening
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
Your lips are glistening
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
You’re barely listening
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
You better stop frisking me
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa

(Instrumental)

I’ll bet you’re betting low
And your eyes are aglow
You’re brandishing the sword that cut my heart
I’ll bet you’re rather buff
I’ll bet you’re dirty tough
I caught you with my glove
I love your art

Oh yes I’m listening
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
Your lips are glistening
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
You’re barely listening
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
You better stop frisking me
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
Oh yes I’m listening
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
Your lips are glistening
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
You’re barely listening
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa
You better stop frisking me
Oom pa pa Oom pa pa

I’ll bet you were so great
I’ll bet you owned the stage
I’ll bet you’re all the rage in London Town
I’ll bet you’re on postcards
I’ll bet you like playing hard
I’ll bet you’re a superstar behind your frown

 

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