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fiery furnaces - uncle charlie lyrics

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listen, i’m so unbored
“the magic word is relax”.
i’ll rub ho-toi, his god of happiness,
the one that came with or without boys,

and make my wish for the day:
no more revenge cobbler or whiskey pie.
and make my wish for the day:
no more revenge cobbler or whiskey pie.

my cheeks will be the color of dead jellyfish lying on the beach.
let me tell you how
many 18th century grandfather clocks can you squeeze into your neighbors’ niches.
if only i knew
i offered: become a collector of small objects.

make my wish for the day:
no more revenge cobbler or whiskey pie.
make my wish for the day:
no more revenge cobbler or whiskey pie.

my cheeks will be the color of dead jellyfish lying on the beach.
was i a senior junior appraisal appraiser at mistie’s auction hut in centereach?
or was i a low level high level appraiser of appraisal at snugaby’s
crazy quilts and collectibles collection in hempsted hollow?
i can hardly remember.

last year uncle charlie sang a different tune
“the two words i hate most are ‘good enough’.”
flipped through the sliding slack racks:
“look at what it says on my red-patched pocket:
if you’re going to be something, why not be something special?”

pull out the loathsome weeds.
don’t worry big girl;
he sat me down on his handmade mexican mountain chair
and showed me his calendar for the next six months.

make my wish for the day:
no more revenge cobbler or whiskey pie.
make my wish for the day:
no more revenge cobbler or whiskey pie.

my cheeks will be the color of dead jellyfish lying on the beach.
to locate my ex-boyfriend check the yellow pages under plywood.
to locate my ex-boyfriend check the yellow pages under plywood.
we lived together under a sears bellissimo bedspread

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