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Happy Hollow, Cursive
Happy Hollow
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Release date:

2006

 
Duration: 47:35  
Size, Mb: 76,65  
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240

 
Price for album: ą1.20 (discount 20%)  

 
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1
Opening The Hymnal / Babies Lyrics
Opening the Hymnal:
Welcome one and welcome all
To our small town
The lyrics are the bushes and the roses of the city
Inside each house you'll find the guilt
And fables and follies of the residents residing in
14 hymns for the heathen
1st hymn: the son of God complex
2nd hymn . . .

Babies:
Now baby, baby, baby, this world must seem so immense
Compared to the womb
And baby, baby, your head must seem so much smaller
Than you assumed
Your whole world seems to center around you
Itíd be easy to make the mistake
That maybe youíre why the world was made

Baby, baby, baby, you learn so fast
You seem to carry a special gift
Maybe youíve been given to this world to make a difference
Such delusions we all struggle with
But the beautiful truth of it is
This is all we are, we simply exist

Youíre not the chosen one
Iím not the chosen one
But we donít need anyone
Let's not choose anyone
02:32 240 4,28 ą0.10
2
Dorothy At Forty Lyrics
Dorothy, I know youíve had amazing dreams
We canít go chasing down this golden street
Each and every rainbow, each passion, each unattainable goal
Weíre not in dreamland anymore

Dorothy, it seems youíll never understand
This here land is everything we have
Every sweat stained collar, every dollar, every bent and bloodied spur
Weíre not the kids that we once were
We canít be the adults we want to be

Dreams are all you have
Dreams have held you back
Dreamers never live, only dream of it
Dream cars, dream houses, dream jobs
Dream spouses, dreams of tornadoes, cities of emerald

And I know we swore we'd make more of ourselves
But this plot is literally our lot in life

American dreams pollute our cities
Our piece of the pie canít fill our bellies
(More) More square inches, (more) picket fences
(More) Clothes on the line, (more) naps at noontime

More of our fair share
More of our birthright
More of what weíre owed

More
Paid vacation, (more) entertainment
(More) Compensation, (more) gratuitous gratification

Dorothy wake up, Dorothy wake up
Dorothy wake up, itís time for work
03:02 240 5,03 ą0.10
3
Big Bang Lyrics
You aintí broke no laws but you find yourself in a cell
You got scorn, you got fury, but you got no-one to tell
Behind them bars, you can rest your head
And sleep away those dreams that turned to shreds.

Iím coming down
Iím coming down
and I know I ainít the prettiest boy in town
But Iím coming down
Iím coming down
and I know I ainít the sharpest dude around
Iím coming down

You ainít prayed before but I know you called for me
to remind you of the times when you could see
the simple truths that one forgets to feel
while waiting for some tragic past to heal

Iím coming down
Iím coming down
and I know I ainít the prettiest boy in town
But Iím coming down
Iím coming down
and I know I ainít the sharpest dude around
Iím coming down

(bridge)

Well I know the judge, I know the jury, the ones who know your fate
And theyíre the ones, and theyíre same as the girl you love to hateÖ.

Iím coming down
Iím coming down
and I know I ainít the prettiest boy in town
But Iím coming down
Iím coming down
and I know I ainít the sharpest dude around
Iím coming down

so tell me so tell me
so tell me so tell me
so tell me so tell me
so tell me so tell me whoís coming down.
03:56 240 6,61 ą0.10
4
Bad Sects Lyrics
For 20 years Iíve held this pulpit
Preached the word, served the Eucharist
Gained the trust of the townsfolk
Made every football game
Never missed a social

Last week, a boy I taught theology
Came back in town with a new ideology
Those feelings I tucked away threaten the sanctuary

A lifetime of burning culminated in one innocent forbidden touch
I know this is wrong because Iím told this is wrong

A new recruit, 25 years old
He joined the habit with a chip on his shoulder
Some nights heíd proclaim his preference
Only flat back drunk on a bottle of Jameson

When all those nights we stayed up, the two of us
Singing our lives, just the two of us
We were hiding in the dark
I fell asleep by his side

We woke to the chimes and the bells of the steeple
And ran off to separate rooms
They canít know what weíve done
Our whole world would come undone

Youíll never live this down
Youíll never live this down
Youíll never live this down
Youíll never live this down
Youíll never live this down
Youíll never live this down
Youíll never live this down
Youíll never live this down
Youíll never live this down
Theyíre going to find you out
And when they find you out
Theyíre going to drag you out
Donít let them find you

I know this is wrong because weíre told this is wrong
A lifetime of burning culminated in one innocent forbidden touch
I know this is wrong because weíre told this is wrong
03:39 224 5,56 ą0.10
5
Flag And Family Lyrics
Your daddy and my daddy had a drink at the bar
Talking about what was best for me
Without a name or a degree
Stubbornly holding onto you, you pulling away from me
The best bet they could say
For my restless teenage ways
Was some time in the service might serve me well
Even if it's just servicing the latrines

Lucy, my love, don't go sending me off to war

I put up with your family
Full of bigots and fanatics
Just to get a little closer to you
Now you've turned on me too
You have turned on me too

You all hide behind your flag and family
This town has nothing left for me
This town is nothing more than a fundamentalist penitentary

When you're down on your knees
Are you praying for holy war?
When you're down on your knees
Are you praying for oily war?
Lucy, my love, don't go sending me off to war
We must live, we must be true, to our childhood dreams
Or they're worthless and our youth is insincere
So where do we find worth?

I put up with your family
Full of bigots and fanatics
Just to get a little closer to you
Now you've turned on me too
You have turned on me too

When you're down on your knees
Are you praying for holy war?
When you're down on your knees
Are you praying for oily war?
Lucy, my love, don't go sending me off to war
We must live, we must be true, to our childhood dreams
Or they are worthless and our youth is insincere
So where do we find worth?
02:56 240 4,99 ą0.10
6
Dorothy Dreams Of Tornados Lyrics 02:54 256 5,02 ą0.10
7
Retreat! Lyrics
They checked the shrine and the temple but he wasn't there
They checked the mosque and the chapel; nope, not there
Since you've been away on holiday
The natives are all nightmares
Since you've been away on holiday
I daydream you'll disappear
You keep us on a leash we can't conceive but still must adhere to

The natives are whipping each other over which God they prefer
I wish he'd do us all a favor and just defer
Since you've been away on holiday
We don't know which God is which
And since you've been away on holiday
It's getting harder to give a shit
So if you stayed away on holiday we could get on with it
I mean we could evolve like this if you just call it quits

Since you've been away on holiday
We've stomached your archaic rule
And since you've been away on holiday
We've hosted some wars over you
So stay away on holiday, my friend, we don't need your services
Your excuses, your mysterious ways
Your mysterious ways
Your mysterious ways
Your mysterious ways
What a mysterious way to behave
What a mysterious way to just go away

Lord, let us go
03:58 224 6,25 ą0.10
8
The Sunks Lyrics
Surrender your furniture
Push the television out the window
Overmedicated, this must be the sunks
So if you can't understand the blues, you dont know much

With much love for science and youthful defiance
We struck blindly at the roots of this tree
Its branches got broken, pissed on and trampled
Oh please forgive us, oh mighty shady tree
Oh please forgive us, oh mighty doomsday tree

It's time to stick your branches in the merciless wheel of time
It's time to stick your branches in the merciless spokes of time
It's time to stick a fork in the merciless socket of time
It's time to be sewn into the limitless fabric of time

They'll call you a wash-up when you can't stay sunk
It's a shame to be so wet so young
Living your life with much love for science
And the youthful defiance, we struck blindly at the roots of this tree
Whose branches got broken, pissed on and trampled

It's time to stick your branches in the merciless wheel of time
It's time to stick your branches in the merciless spokes of time
It's time to stick a fork in the merciless socket of time
It's time to be sewn into the limitless fabric of time
02:53 240 4,78 ą0.10
9
At Conception Lyrics
Jeannie's been throwing up all morning
The poor girl's been so heartsick
Ever since her boyfriend went to war
Father Cole has done his best to console the girl
More so than some neighbors deem necessary
But you just can't measure young love.

Picketing the clinic outside of town,
Father Cole holds the record for turning 12 girls around.
If anybody knows the sorrows of the young woman, it's
Father Cole, he's been acting out of sorts
That strange sermon he gave
Accepting termination due to rape
Jeannie whispers she's carrying but there's one awful catch
Her boyfriend's been off in the desert for half a year.

Cole cried, "This simply cannot be!"
She quipped, "Quite the opposite,
I'm hardly the Virgin Mary.
And you're no carpenter
So who will build my home?"

"Jeannie, you're just a kid.
You can't conceive such mortal sins.
Everything will be all right."

What happens in confession,
Stays in the confessional.
What happens in confession,
Stays in the confessional.
What happens in confession,
Stays in the confessional.
So what goes on behind those curtains?

"Jeannie, you're just a kid
You won't conceive this mortal sin"
02:58 224 4,45 ą0.10
10
So-So Gigolo Lyrics
If you got the looks and if you got the goods
I suppose you could make it anywhere
You want to get made and you want to get made
My model agent says, "You gots to get paid
You got a special gift, you just can't give it away for free
No, dont give it up for free"

And when my daddy calls
Asking how it's going on them streets
All I can say is, "I'm not exactly a salesman
I'm sure there's a product I'm selling
Guess you could say I'm an actor
But acting, that's not what they're after
No, not quite"

Certain services are popular here
More popular than acting or a modeling career
This city has quite the service industry

Small town Adonis hits the metropolis
Brought down to his knees
Guess I'm a so-so gigolo
So-so gigolo

Every audition my agent commisions
Isn't so much an audition so much as a job!
I guess a job's a job
I thought if they just saw how bad I wanted the part
The very least they'd have to take pity on me
Pity, a word this city's never heard
So-so gigolo

I'm not exactly a salesman
Sure there's a product I'm selling
Guess you could say I'm an actor
But acting's not what they're after
03:44 224 5,97 ą0.10
11
Bad Science Lyrics
Moms and dads break up their gangs
Take away their rollerskates
Give them algebra and trig
Raisins, dates, or figs
But take away the gingerbread and cake

Every husband, every wife, every cop, every teacher
Everybody do the taking away
Every law, every curfew, every Bible-branded textbook
Watch the kiddies do the breaking away

Moms and dads say, "No more bands
No side projects, no solo careers
No young love
No kissing fish
No pets at all
No fun
And I think we've had enough art, Mr. Marks"

Every molecule, every atom
Every single particle down to the quark

Do the breaking apart!

No skateboards, no swimming pools
Until you've finished your state-approved chemistry
Kid! Break it down to the electron and the quark
And please tell us what happens when the particles spark

Every molecule, every atom
Every single particle down to the quark

Do the breaking apart!
02:40 256 4,67 ą0.10
12
Into The Fold Lyrics
The Shepherd:
I can't say I've always been honest
You can't say I've done a disservice
The girl, she's just a child
She's got a lot to learn and I'm helping out

The Observer:
Your deceit is under your wing
You won't let her know you know it's not appropriate
But all that hair, and porcelain
You swear it's more than mere lust
Into the fold, into the fold
If she knew what you do
The pristine routine to fool the rube
The gentle gentleman, the loathed Lothario
You feign you change your ways but we know, yeah, we know
Can't you can't quell this need for submissives?

The Shepherd:
Oh such lovely girls
To lead each tender little lamb
Into the fold, into the fold
And you my pet, the sweetest yet
I'll hold you closest to my heart
Into the fold

The Lamb:
I was in the student union
Studying for an English quiz
He came up and asked directions
To the new auditorium
We walked up and down the campus
No one had ever heard of it
He was so embarrassed
When he realized he had the wrong college
He offered to buy us coffee
For the time and effort wasted
We drank and talked for so long
We started making plans for dinner

The Shepherd:
She was young and impressionable
I pretended to need directions
She led me all over the campus
All the while I'm asking her questions
She agreed to have a cup of coffee
That's when I started to lay it on heavy
Once she learned I studied Dostoevsky
It was in the bag
04:16 208 6,22 ą0.10
13
Rise Up! Rise Up! Lyrics
Dear preacher, thanks making time for me today
I hope you dont mind if I hide behind the curtain
It's been fifteen years since my last confession
By your good book's standards, I sin like a champion
But that book seems a tad bit outdated

Please forgive me for questioning divinity
It's a ugly job but I think I'm up for it
I'm not saying who's right
I'm just saying there's more than one way to skin a religion
There's more than one way to explain our existence

Reverend, sir, I dont want to seem irreverent
My teenage angst is far behind me
But, Father, certainly it's troubling to see
All these people kneeling instead of dealing with the fact
That we're all that we have

So rise up, rise up!
There's no one to worship
But plenty of life to lose
I'm not saying let's burn down the church
But do you want to hear my confession?
It's my greatest sin
Ok, here it is:
I wasted half of my life on thought that I'd live forever
I wasn't raised to seize the day
But to work and worship
Because he that liveth and believeth
Supposedly never dies

Rise up, rise up!
Live a full life
Because when it's over, it's done!
So rise up, rise up!
Dance and scream and love

You're not the chosen one
And I'm not the chosen one
03:22 240 5,75 ą0.10
14
Hymns For The Heathen Lyrics
Night has draped itís cape of stars
Over our small town
From the campus and the tavern
To the chapel and infirmary
Weíve seen their dreams
We found the guilt, the fables, and folly
Of the residents residing in

Fourteen hymns for the heathen
First hymn: the son of God complex
Second hymn: the prodigal damsel
Third hymn: the tree stump of knowledge
Choking on Adamís apple

This our Lord, under the cross
This broken promised land
With dreamers and schemers and preachers and predators
They shall not want what theyíve got coming to them
Whether innocent or insolent

In fourteen hymns for the heathen
Fourth hymn: the passion of the chaplain
Fifth hymn: the brute kiss of Judas
Sixth hymn: Sodom falls to ashes
Seventh hymn: the church of doubting Thomas
Eighth hymn: the horse of the apocalypse
Ninth hymn: immaculate exception
Tenth hymn: the demons of Mary Magdalene

I am a chapel, this is the prayer book
These are the parables, uh huh
God forgive us, this is our business
Absolving sins of all these heathens

Eleventh hymn: the bible belt tightens
Twelfth hymn: a lecherous shepherd
Thirteenth hymn: hiding in confession
Fourteenth hymn: an afterword
Rocking tears of disenchantment
Green grass of envy and malice
Oh, salad days
Living in Happy Hollow
02:39 224 4,14 ą0.10
15
No News Is Bad News Lyrics
I took a stroll down a primrose lane
On a clear blue day
Everything seemed so perfectly placed
Daisies lined each manicured lawn
Well-groomed men walked well-groomed dogs

Stopped in a bar for a mid-day drink
In search of a scene more inspiring
Chewed off the cap to my ball-point pen
Thinking, "Happen . . . Something happen . . ."

When everything's in order
Is that what you write about?
When there's nothing much new, there's not much to say
When there's not much to say, I got everything to lose
It occured to me no news is bad news
When you're trying to spark that fuse
When you want to sing them blues

You're waiting around for water to boil
For the fire to lose control
But you can't heat up that kettle
You've got to leave the elements alone

It scares the shit out of me
When weathered writers lose their steam
I'm only getting older, and less interesting

You can't make this shit up
You can't make this shit up
You can't make this shit up
You can't make this shit up
You can't make this shit up

I stumbled out of a back alley
On a blood-red dawn
The ramshackle block seemed trampled upon
Shattered glass shimmered on burnt cement
A stray dog ate from a black bean tin
Stopped in Eddy's for a pick-me-up
For leads on how the town got so fucked
Bought a Bloody Mary with a tired grin
Saying, "Too dramatic . . . try again . . ."
02:08 192 2,93 ą0.10