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I Don’t Want To Get Over You – The Magnetic Fields

October 22, 2008

I don’t want to get over you.
I guess I could take a sleeping pill and sleep at will
and not have to go through what I go through.
I guess I should take Prozac, right?
And just smile all night at somebody new,
Somebody not too bright
but sweet and kind
who would try to get you off my mind.
I could leave this agony behind
which is just what I’d do if I wanted to.
But, I don’t want to get over you.

Cause I don’t want to get over love.
I could listen to my therapist,
pretend you don’t exist
and not have to dream of what I dream of.
I could listen to all my friends
and go out again and pretend it’s enough.
Or, I could make a career of being blue.
I could dress in black and read Camus.
Smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth
like I was 17 that would be a scream.
But, I don’t want to get over you.

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Papa Was A Rodeo – Magnetic Fields

May 20, 2008


I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You’ve made it pretty clear what you like
It’s only fair to tell you now

that I leave early in the morning
and I won’t be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
but maybe you should plug it with a beer, cause

Papa was a rodeo – Mama was a rock’n’roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas – Love was a trucker’s hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo

The light reflecting off the mirror ball
looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I shouldn’t be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies

What are we doing in this dive bar
How can you live in a place like this
Why don’t you just get into my car
and I’ll take you away I’ll take that kiss now, but

And now it’s 55 years later
We’ve had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling gators
I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me

Before you kiss me you should know – Papa was a rodeo
What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too.