THE MAY COMPANY

neo-psychedelic sex-punk for the teenage soul

Lyrics

BULLYBOYWITHAGLASSEYE LYRICS:


Little Hemingways


Always such lofty gifts and plans
Your romantic gestures were always so grand
Oh to discover that they were just your calling cards
the crumbs you leave to trail you wherever you are.
Now I know it had nothing to do with me…
so busy scattering to catch each one as it fell
I couldn’t look up to see-
you fear your folks, you fear yourself
but you’re not brave enough to become someone else
and worst of all, you’re a coward of intimacy.
All the little Hemingways do it. All the little Hemingways do it.
I don’t mean to shame you. I won’t even blame you.
It’s just I know your game, and there’s nothing to it.
Avoiding the truth without ever telling lies.
It’s no wonder you’re always hiding the white of those eyes.
Now I’m overboard on the river styx.
Which shore will I wash up on next?
Take a deep breath and wait for the water to rise.
All the little Hemingways do it. All the little Hemingways do it.
I don’t mean to shame you. I won’t even blame you.
It’s just I know your game, and there’s nothing to it.



2. It Was Good

I, I know you saw me.
I, I know you did.
I have to say you saw me standing there in the woods.
I have to say you saw me, and you know it was good.
Don’t know if you told me everything you should.
Don’t ya know, you called me everything in the book.



3. Plump Little Fleshies

All of the plump little fleshies go dancing.
All the plump little meats in a row.
All of the plump little fleshies go dancing.
Head to head, toe to toe. Head to head, toe to toe.

Oo. Consuming is all we know.
Oo. Right to the flesh and bone.
Throw it all into the harbor.
Let it go.

All of the prodigal mammoths go gnashing.
All the pomp little freaks in a row.
All of the prodigal mammoths go gnashing.
head to head, toe to toe. Head to head, toe to toe.

oo, and yes, I know I talk a lot
but you have said to much
It’s time to call your bluff
but no one does. It’s willfull ignorance
and now I know just how it will end.

Head to head. Toe to toe. Head to head.



4. Wolves In The Woods

Milky skin in the moonlight
Apple cheeks, pert and flush.
Strawberry hair, creamy fingers.
In the trees, a hush.

There are wolves in the woods. (x3)
There are wolves.

Supple treat, when you linger,
there’s some meat in the brush.
Oh, what I’d give, to lick those fingers!
How i need the rush!

There are wolves in the woods (x3)
There are wolves. (Howl!!)



5. Kristen Wiig

Lost in the arabian sea
black inside of me.
Dark enough so I can see
glass infinity.

All, all the tides in time, in time.
All, all the world sublime, sublime.

Do what you want. (4)

Lost in the arabian sea
Black inside of me.
Dark enough so I can see
Everything in I in everything.

All, all the tides in time, in time.



6. Wrap Around Porch

I bet Hell has a beautiful wrap around porch.
At least, that’s what I think of when you carry that torch.
Cause I got to thinking after what you did to me, eternity
will drop me off in the country, where I’ll sip on sweet tea.

I bet Hell has a welcome mat in front of the door.
The kind of common decency you just don’t see anymore.
Cause I’ve been thinking, after what I do to you,
I’m gonna need me a place where I can wipe off my shoes.



7. Mannequin

Tell me what you want.
I know you’ve got a bone.
Did I hit the ground
before you cast your stone?
I’ve been washing my new skeleton
and I won’t let you underneath my skin.
(Tearing me limb from limb).

I, I won’t be a mannequin mannequin for you.
Hand in plaster hand again (hand again) with you.
You’ve got some nerve this time.
Shame you ain’t got no spine.
Only your pantomime.

All of this hot air
is burning up my lungs.
I’ve swallowed your despair
and learned to bite my tongue.
I don’t know if I can hold my breathe.
I won’t keep you from your pound of flesh.
Not going like the rest.

I, I won’t be a mannequin mannequin for you.
Hand in plaster hand again (hand again) with you.
You’ve got some nerve this time.
Shame you aint got no spine.
Only your pantomime.



8. God Damn It

God
God damn it
God damn it
Damn it
God damn it
God damn.



9. Hell is for Lovers

Break your lover down
let hem know they’re hard as cotton
Put them in the ground,
ever after and ever rotting.
Dear, you’ve done it now
loaded your promises into a shotgun
but when you’re in doubt
know your friends have all forgotten

Hell, hell is for lovers(x4)

Drag it through the dirt
we’re all rooted in lazy foundation
don’t ignore the hurt
trying to spare them some humiliation
but, for what it’s worth,
before you enter your lovers’ december
tethered to the earth,
maybe you should just remember

Hell, hell is for lovers.

oh lover, no.
Don’t you implore me.
No lover, with all you did
to ignore me.
Say you love me now? Ya know it’s adoring.
But oh, lover, no.
You do nothing for me. For me!



10. Careful of the Tales You Tell

Careful of the tales you tell
Lessons here aren’t learned so well
In time. in time. in time. in time.

Oh hollow one,
your eye, your eye on everyone.
But when it comes to you
the truth is def and dumb
and smoking on the tongue.

Careful of the tales you tell
Lessons here aren’t learned so well
in time, in time.



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So Stonely

In the bathroom, at the hotel
getting high instead of dying.
See them laughing, see ’em crying
either way there’s no denying
it’s so lonely not being stoned.

If you need to, you can recline
in the tropics of your own mind.
If you can breathe it, you can eat it.
Just another way to need it.
Oh, it’s so lonely not being stoned.

Paranoia, she’s a black witch
keeping me from doctor’s final stitch
If you see her, she’s a fever.
Sweat her out, but don’t believe her.
Oh, it’s so lonely not being stoned.

What I would give just to unwind
anesthetize me, and my aching kind.
Tell me, what good is a clear mind,
when a good head is so hard to find?

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