Floating Opera

It's Not Easy Listening Anymore

Agnes In Furs

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance

I hear the Longine Symphonette
101 Strings never rest
In the basement the hot wheels run
The need for speed already owns me
I hear the bedsprings, clumsy beestings
In the basement Mad magazine
The need for shock for which the world's not ready yet
forever owns me
Agnes in furs is this coming apart
you wished for Agnes in furs
Fingers sliding down your bare back
Agnes in furs, Agnes in furs, Agnes in furs
It's not easy listening anymore
The Doris Wishman film rattles through the smoke
cat eyes on fire beneath the glowing drink,
another new sensation, indestructible
the brittle porno of his imagination reigns tonight
Agnes in furs is this coming apart
you wished for Agnes in furs
Fingers running through her rumpled hair
The night slides down her back
The night slides down her back
The night slides down her back
I hear the Longine Symphonette
101 Strings never rest
In the basement the hot wheels run
The need for speed already owns me
I hear the bedsprings, clumsy beestings
In the basement Mad magazine
The need for shock for which the world's not ready yet
Forever owns me
Agnes in furs is this coming apart
you wished for Agnes in furs
Fingers sliding down your bare back
Agnes in furs, Agnes in furs, Agnes in furs
It's not easy listening anymore

Shapes I Brought Back With Me

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance

Jennifer added to ghosts in the spring
She lived like a bump on the nightstand
Wesley made up his life in a diary
He left open for the nurse
Who wiped the sleep from his eyes
And I'm an old man now
And the wind along the floor
Rushes up my bones
Like a magnawave's roar
And the blue light's on, behind the cellar door
And the rope's in knots, next to California pinup cards
This life is a dream
I wake up clean
All around me daylight
This life is a dream and I wake up clean
All around me, All around me, All around me, All around me
The shapes I brought back with me
I brought back with me
Jennifer took me by mane in the spring
And led me through the thicket
Where the sandburr's sting
Wesley lied about the day
That his father came home
Kicked at the dirt, rubbed his face on a stone
And the blue light's on, behind the cellar door
And the rope's in knots, next to California pinup cards
This life is a dream
I wake up clean
All around me daylight
This life is a dream and I wake up clean
All around me, All around me, All around me, All around me
The shapes I brought back with me
All around me, All around me, All around me, All around me
All around me, All around me, All around me, All around me
All around me, All around me, All around me, All around me
The shapes I brought back with me, I brought back with me

Arbus

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance

A picture of her
so nervous it shakes on the page
the deep end look of a child
half her age
she's part of a strange light
that falls and skips
falls and skips onto the lens
Is that a come-on, is that a look meant for someone
Is that a come-on, is that a look meant for someone
A picture of her
so tired it hangs off the page
the weekend look of a stepchild
out of his cage
she's part of a white light
that worms it's way
worms it's way onto the lens
Is that a come-on, is that a look meant for someone
Is that a come-on, is that a look meant for someone
The bloody smear of the flashbulb
in the bathroom
the rusty plug for the bathtub
dangling at her feet
the ferris wheel churns in the dark
till the summer creaks around
down the valley, where the midway sleeps
down in the valley, where the midway sleeps
down in the valley
(instrumental)
She's part of a white light
that worms it's way
worms it's way onto the lens
Is that a come-on, is that a look meant for someone
Is that a come-on, is that a look meant for someone
other than me

I Can't Reach You

Lyrics by Pete Townshend

I'm a billion ages past you
A million years behind you too
A thousand miles up in the air
a trillion times I've seen you there
Your hair is golden mine is gray
You walk on grass it turns to hay
Your blood is blue and your eyes are red
My body strains but the nerves are dead.
I can't reach you - with arms outstretched
I can't reach you - I crane my neck
I can't reach, try to get on you, see, feel or hear from you
The distances grow greater now
You drink champaign and ask me how
You fly your planes right over my head
You're so alive and I'm nearly dead
I can't reach you - with arms outstretched
I can't reach you - I crane my neck
I can't reach, try to get on you, see, feel or hear from you
Once I caught a glimpse of your unguarded, untouched thoughts
Our fingertips touched and then, my mind tore us apart
I can't reach you - with arms outstretched
I can't reach you - I crane my neck
I can't reach, try to get on you, see, feel or hear from you
from you

Burning Lighthouse

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance

The way you sit down half on fire
at the table
the way you lay your knife and fork
on the anvil screaming
"I won't have another sleepy hollow sunday,
you will not lay another ice cube on my forehead."
Another headstrong ghost
to keep me company
another shotgun voice
when it rains and thunders
another face in the glass
the lightning etches out at random
a burning lighthouse in another world
Shagging pitches, stumbling backwards
into childhood
where I'd slumber in the heatwave
with my bible dreaming
"you will not replace me in this world
you cannot give me death
when I won't pay attention."
Another headstrong ghost
who won't be silenced
another shotgun voice
crying in the tall trees
another face in a dream
the lightning snatches from me
a burning lighthouse in another world
I can't make you come into daylight
I can't walk you through the fire in my head
I can't stay away from sleep just to hide you
I can't talk you through the fire in my bed
in my head, in my bed, in my head