Playlist Of Montreal

of montreal - a celebration of hhare

Dear sweet brother of mine
I'm so glad you've made it
You've really accomplished something incredible
And I'm so very proud of the art we create now

I love you I love you
And I know that you love me too

Dear sweet brother of mine
I'm so glad to say it
Together we're making something incredible
And I'm so very proud ofthe way that we live now

I love you I love you
And I know that you love me too

Its strange how when we were young
I was so mean to you
I didn't know the connection we had till we go older
But now yes now

Dear sweet brother of mine
I feel I should say that
All of these things I make with you
give my life meaning

What started with the Gay Parade
Will continue till the end of our days.

of montreal - a collection of poems about water

The crowd gathers the rain
The crowd gathers
inside the rain
The sky is green
Greener than a
gardener's dream
The grass is green
Together they sing

Gaily gaily glee
gaily glee gaily gaily glee
Green glass fish glide
cream colored glass

Umi ni ukande means floating on the sea
Me and my pussycat floating on the sea

There are blackbirds in rows behind the clouds
Pecking at the clouds
Poking holes in the clouds
Rain pours out of the holds in the clouds
When the clouds are empty
The birds climb inside and sing

I don't mind a rainy day
It doesn't make me blue like it's supposed to
Doesn't make me blue like it's supposed to
But I don't like this lonely life
It really makes me blue like it's supposed to
It makes me blue like its supposed to

of montreal - a dreamy day of daydreaming of you

You're my muse, you're my silly goose
And every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you

You're my one, you're my honey bun
And every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you

I can dream of you without snoring
And I'm lucky that that's true
Because everyone would know that I found them boring
Simply because they're not you

All I want to do is lay in the daisies
And daydream of you know who I'm referring to... you

You're my love, you're my star above
And every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you

of montreal - a question for emily foreman

Emily do you think it?s safe to guess
that you?ll be different from the rest
Emily I don?t know if you?re truly make believe
but my mind is open to you anyhow
Oh someday I will say the following words to you
Emily you?re very different from the rest
you have me really quite impressed
Emily I don?t know if you?re truly someone?s dream
but my mind is open to you now

Now Emily brings a tray of parfait
to the troops of sinuous felines
lounging in her chaise longue
Now Emily with an ardent oratory
inspires the troops of sinuous felines
to do the bidding of

Emily you know I?d love to know you best
but are your confessions just in jest?
Emily I hope that you are truly what you seem
cause my heart is open to you

of montreal - a sentence of sorts in kongsvinger

I spent the winter on the verge of a total breakdown
while living in norway
I felt the darkness of the black metal bands
but being such bum of a man I didn't burn down any old
churches
just slept way too much
just slept

my mind rejects your frequency, it started craziness
to me
is it a soul, a fever?
the tv man is too loud, I'm faintly sleeping on a
cloud
you turn the dial, I'll try and smile

we live in plastic weather, this family sticks
together
we will escape from the south to the west side

my mind rejects your frequency, it's just verbosity to
me
ah...

I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book
while trying to restructure my character
because it had become vile to its creator
and through many dreadful nights
I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of
and waiting for some high time to come again

(dirty old child, oh, stay away
don't play your games with me
I am older now, I see the way you operate
if you don't hurt me, then you die...)

of montreal - advice from a divorced gentleman to his bachelor f

You should stay away from roses
And be careful to avoid
chocolate hearts
Keep distant from romantic notions
Cause that's where love
most often starts

Be sure to steer clear of diamonds
And mink coats are most certainly out too
For if she goes in for that kind of thing
Just might fall then what you will do

You know you've always been the sort
Who's truly only fond of the sport
And who will never be satisfied
Reclining in slippers by the fireside
With a wife's constant nagging
for things that you can't provide
Who no longer bears resemblance
to that soft spoken flower
You were so desperate to have for your bride

Too much conversing with a woman
tends to dull a man's wit

Never be taken in by poets
Who claim that love if it's pure will never fade
Though love may last all right in a bibliotheque
In the real world man its too easily unmade

So don't take your freedom for granted
Don't let curiosity take you for a ride
As years drag on when you wake up next to her
You'll wish that in your sleep you had died
You'll wish you had died

of montreal - an eluardian instance

Does she know, does she know that I am not just searching for some first-time high?
I know it's all about perceptions, and I accept you as my very first move

Oh, oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah la la la la la la

(horn break)

I remember riding bikes on Coaster Island
Planning midnight raids on the Swedish plum trees
That summer, it was too cold to swim, so
We climbed upon the rocky shore and freaked out
on the mountain goats, but they were not impressed,
or scared of us

Do you remember, our last summer as independents? (4x)
Do you remember, do you remember

I was a foreigner when you appeared
From the shadows at the motor club
I was a hater in the depths of an emotional hibernation
You sat me down, we had some drinks
And you told me your kinds of insanity
I asked your friend if you were available
She answered, 'no but yes oh well oh well yes and no,'

Now, I'm viewing my memory reel in reverse
Scrolling back to: come to feel your whether-than
Now, I'm noting the limits of our parabola
To predict: the points of thou-shalt-not-return

This inbreeding of ideals is intolerable
I wish David was here
Take your persecution complex and
I'm not gonna absorb your stress output any more
Oh don't you pimp out my heart
Don't you pimp out my heart

of montreal - an epistle to a pathological creep

He'd explain to you but it would take too long
Why he is right and everybody else is wrong
He'd endeavor friend to make your mind correct
He'd try but he thinks it would take too long too long
It's probably simple math
that keeps him on his elevated path

While talking to him it is very rare
to sense that he's acknowledging you're even there
Or else he'll speak as if you should be taking notes
But fears that you might steal
one of his brilliant quotes
There's no idea that you could add
that he wouldn't claim to have already had

He used to be a really decent guy
before his insecurities enslaved him
Now his ego seems to be raging uncontrollably
Destroying every friendship that he's ever had
I don't even like to think about him it's so very sad

Only a boy of three would dare act so egregiously

Now the kind of places he's most often found
Are rife with pedants running topics into the ground
And the company that he is known to keep
Are all self important bores
that put you right to sleep
Yes I'd rather be hung
than hear them discussing Carl Jung.

of montreal - an erroneous escape into erik eckles

The octopus in your purse
is cursing like an evil sailor
But remember the knife is worse
for the editors of movie trailers

And if you want me to
I'll help it's all the same to me
just tell me if you want me to

If you keep killing God in your eye
people will think you're really callous
But no matter how hard you try
you'll never be as weird as Uncle Alice

I'm not upset just confused and it's so tough
I can't relate to this world I'm not bored enough
Watch out the music will complete the change in you

To sing this song in braille
you need to be haunted by glass freckles
And if your color treatment fails
well you can always talk to Erik Eckles

of montreal - an ill-treated hiccup

the cats are clawing at the screen door
the neighbors are revving up their cars
the world is just exploding now with people
and all of their noises are drowning out
the cats still clawing at the screen door

I was just a hiccup in the rain
when you struck me with your cain
you made it your life's work to end up
a stain

the cats are clawing at the screen door
the neighbors blast speakers from stereos
the world is just exploding now with people
and all of their noises are drowning out
the cats still clawing at the screen door
crawling at the screen door

I was just a hiccup in the rain
when you struck me with your cain
you made it your life's work to end up
a stain

of montreal - an introduction for isabell

I'd like to lntroduce you now to Isabell lam
Present owner of the Edward lam wax museum
Daughter of the comedic duo Dorothy and Edward
Do you remember them?
They accomplished mild success on the stages
Of the vaudeville theatres in Blackpool and in London
(That was before the advent of Hollywood)
When vaudeville died and people stopped going to see them
So they took out a loan and built a big wax museum
Inside of an old abandoned vaudeville theatre
It was about this time that Dorothy gave birth to their only child
And named her Isabell and from that day they were so happy and gay
Momma, papa, and their sweet and thoughtful
Treasured fair-haired angel baby girl
Eventually a half a century passes
We see Edward in a wheelchair, Dorothy in granny glasses
And Isabell the proud proprietor of the wax museum
Wax museum
Isabell, would you like to tell about the bell hidden inside your name?
Does it ring every time someone calls out Isabell?
Do you hear it when you run?
If it broke, they'd yell out Isa instead of Isabell until you fixed your bell

of montreal - an ode to the nocturnal muse

I love to sleep I love my bed
cause it brings strange dreams to me
and life's much better when I?m asleep I can see anything don?t
have to worry about anything
I know you love to sleep you love your pillows
cause they bring sweet dreams to you
and life's much better when you?re asleep
you can do anything don?t have to fuss over anything

I can?t wait to be old growing senile together
holding hands and both completely out of our heads
We won?t notice when we?re dead
we?ll be too busy dreaming too busy dreaming
We?ll be too busy dreaming

Life's much better when you?re asleep
you can do anything don?t have to fuss over anything

Well there?s nothing quite as great
it?s my favorite mental state
subconscious stream of thought
creates avant garde films in my mind
and watching them is how I like to spend my time
I love to sleep I love my bed
cause it brings strange dreams to me
and life's much better when I?m asleep
I can do anything don?t have to care about anything

I can?t wait to be old growing senile together
holding hands and both completely out of our heads
We won?t notice when we?re dead
we?ll be too busy dreaming too busy dreaming
We?ll be too busy dreaming

of montreal - and i ve seen a bloody shadow

Turning tricks on the hood of Jasmine's car
That whole summer was really just too peculiar
You know I would have given it up to almost anybody
Who had a little money and was sweet to me
Yes, I was down to give it up to almost anyone
Who was sweet to me

It was rough, we had to crawl down to the basement
For to hide from this digital wolf
He had no eyes but he could see
Using electric rays
Biting the prick that feeds me in my sister's bathroom
How can I function man
in the face of all this butchery
My mind is exploding with sloppy murders
And they really poison my sexuality
How can I function this no more
There's no more Appolonian beauty to behold

Lille Venn, my heart is not dead
It's just bad weather in my temporary head
In my temporary head

Momma, my heart's not dead
It's just bad weather in my temporary head

of montreal - art snob solutions

What?s up directors? Grab your knives!
It?s time to take all all of the lives
Of the people who cannot see the somnolent genius of Tarkovsky

Come on authors grab your guns!
It?s time to murder everyone who has never heard of Apollinaire
Send them all to hell it?s only fair

Cast them all into the flames if they don?t know any names
Of the principles of Arte Povera
Or are unfamiliar with le serpent mascara
That?s right mascara snake!!!

Come on painters alive or dead
Give all the cretins a boot to the head
If they don?t extoll convincingly
Tempered Elan era Kandinsky

Throw them all into a well if they cannot tell
An Arto Parv feast of repitition from a Schoenburg 12 tone
composition

Come on artists the day is here
And your mission is very clear
Put an end to the bourgoussie
And death to everyone who?s never heard of me

of montreal - at night trees aren t sleeping

Everything is falling apart, yes I am
Watching me watch birds watch people.

I wear my bowtie to bed,
Because I'm waiting for the gorgeous young man
Hiding in the spaces.
That darkness hides gorgeous young men.

Everything is falling apart, yes I am
Watching me watch birds watch people.

If we are only waiting here to die.
At least let me put my arms around you.
Why try to keep it from myself,
When it feels so good to sing about love?

Everything is falling apart, yes I am