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qixote - september 17th, 1974 lyrics

[pre-verse]
baby, maybe we can lay together again
& forget about all the times i made your face swollen and red;
about all the evenings i left the babies home alone to get drinks;
about all the times that i left you on read;
about all the times that i told you i loved you and didn’t mean it;
& all the times i sold you monogamy while keeping secrets;
& all the times i called you “b-tch” for saying no ‘cause you were “sleepy”;
& all the times i broke beer bottles on your head

[chorus]
i’m sorry
i’m a changed man
with my chin hairs
stuck in quicksand
my sweet cherry
won’t you save me?
i promise never again will
your cheek feel this hand. it’s just that
it’s just that [insert excuse, insert excuse, insert excuse]

[verse 1]
have i ever told you the story about my father?
the one where he’s in the car with my mother?
the one where i’m in the back of the el camino
in the middle of a desert from a quentin tarantino
movie—bones impaired from movement—screaming
“papá, don’t do it! papá no la mates!”
but he can’t hear me; he’s on the side of the road atop
my mother with her throat up in his fingers—
her stomach in his crotch
all the while singing some bachata
yeah, my point is: (interrupting sample)
baby, you can’t blame me
for the situation i was raised in. violence is my
nature, don’t you know?
you’re a grape and i’m a raisin
you’re an angel; i am satan
at least i haven’t k!lled you
in fact, you should be grateful
for the land that i have tilled you!
i take it back. i’m sorry, baby, i didn’t mean it
all i mean is that behind this madness
there is reason

[verse 2]
have i ever told you the story about my brother?
the one where his girlfriend becomes my mother?
the one where i eat dinner all alone in the kitchen
because the pigment of my skin emits a tone
that makes her kids deaf?
anyway, i f-cked my stepsister
(her mom was kind of mad.)
when my brother found out
he said “i won’t lie, that’s kind of rad!”
leave it up to me: a demonic beaner with s-m-n
drippin from my zipper
i’ll make every mama’s bodyslime
start leaking from her casket
mama’s body couldn’t have an open casket
‘cause her face looked like a radish—reddish
in the cheeks where blood coagulated;
purple in the throat where father’s fingers salivated;
white in the—oh i don’t know—
excuse my damaged mammillary bodies (memory is fading)
won’t you note the obvious? i’m a bit unstable but an expert at apologies

[outro (2x)]
i’m sorry i’m a chained man
with my chin hairs stuck in quicksand
my dear lady, won’t you save me?
i promise never again will your cheek feel this hand
i’m sorry i’m a chained man
with my chin hairs stuck in quicksand
my dear lady, won’t you save me?
i promise never again will your cheek feel this hand

- qixote lyrics

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