Past Is A Grotesque Animal, The - Of Montreal

He past is a grotesque animal and in it's eyes you see
How completely wrong you can be

bothered

bataille
Standing at swedish festival discussing the "story of the eye"
It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I explain I need you here and not here too
I'm flunking out I'm gone I'm just gone but at least I author my own disaster
Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it
I'm just not available things could be different but they're not
The mousy girl screams violence violence she gets hysterical
Cause they're both so mean and it's my favorite scene
But the cruelty's so predictable it makes you sad on the stage

this world
Though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was
Do I have to scream in your face?
I've been dodging lamps and vegetables
Throw it all in my face I don't care
Let's just have some fun
Let's tear this shit apart
Let's tear the fucking house apart
Let's tear our fucking bodies apart but let's just have some fun
Somehow you've red rovered the gestapo circling my heart
And nothing can defeat you no death no ugly world
You've lived so brightly you've altered everything
I find myself searching for oldselves
While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells
I've played the unraveler the parhelion
But even Apocalypse is fleeting
There's no death no ugly world
Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you
We want our film to be beautiful not realistic
Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
And you can betray me but teach me something wonderful
Crown my head crowd my head with your lilting effects
Project your fears onto me
I need to view them
See there's nothing to them
I promise you there's nothing to them
I'm so touched by your goodness you make me feel so criminal
How do you keep it together? I'm all all unraveled
But you know no matter where we are
We're always touching by underground wires
I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
But most nights we've raided the same kingdoms
And none of our secrets are physical now