Floating Opera

Pop Song On The Elevator Down

Meantime

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance and Richard Rebarber

A little girl rolls into the city
looking for lightning in a bottle
wondering how she missed it all
missed the wild days before the fall
she rolls across the tourists
and she rolls past the bars
where the cover bands play all the pop hits
and sound a lot like graveyards
You can set your watch to the meantime
You set your watch to yesterday
You can set your watch to forever
and hope you get there one day, one day, one day
A little girl rolls in the city
Wondering how she missed it all
missed the lightning in the bottle
missed the days before the fall
she rolls sadly past the tourists
and she rolls the bars
where the cover bands play all the pop hits
and sound a lot like graveyards
You can set your watch to the meantime
You set your watch to yesterday
You can set your watch to forever
and hope you get there one day, one day, one day, one day
You can set your watch to the meantime
You set your watch to yesterday
You can set your watch to forever
and hope you get there one day.

Starships On The TV

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance and Richard Rebarber

I don't need you to tell me
That it's over
I can see it wall to wall
And floor to ceiling
I don't need you to ask me
One lump or two
I don't need you to face me
Like a tiger
I've seen tigers sleeping soundly
In their room
I don't need you to shake me
Out of my sleep, I shake enough
I shake for you
While our teenage sons sit on the floor
shooting down every starship on the T.V.
And our teenage daughters sit in their rooms with their friends
Shooting down everyone that they see
And they look at our lives like they look at the starships
That stare at them from the screen
I don't need you to face me
Like a tiger
I've seen tigers sleeping dizzy
In the heat
While their wicked little offspring
Try to shake them out of their sleep
While our teenage children sit on the floor
shooting down every starship on the T.V.
And they sit in their rooms and they sit with their friends
Shooting down everyone that they happen to see
And they look at our lives like they look at the starships
That stare at them from the screen
I don't need you to tell me
That it's over

No Time Machine

Lyrics by Richard Rebarber

You can't unshoot the bullet
You can't unring the bell
You can't unsay those stupid things
That make you feel your life is going to hell
You can't get the paste back into the tube
Well, you can, but it's a mess
You better pay attention boy
Cause I've heard that at the end, there's going to be a test
Nothing goes as planned
Everything gets worse
You can live your life in a hyperbaric chamber
You can worry all you want, but you'll still leavin' in a hearse
There ain't no time machine, there ain't no time machine
There ain't no time machine, it's physically impossible scientifically obscene
There ain't no time machine
So you can't go back in time
To say the things you should have said
You've got one chance at every moment, boy
And when those moments are all done, you're dead
Well I guess you've been around the block
I suppose you've seen it all
But the ones who think they've got it all sussed out
Are bound to be the first ones to take a fall
Nothing goes as planned
Nothing's for the best
You can do good deeds till your face turns blue
You can study all you want, but you'll still fail the test
There ain't no time machine, there ain't no time machine
There ain't no time machine, ain't no time, ain't no time machine
There ain't no time machine, ain't no time, ain't no time machine

Infomercial

Lyrics by Richard Rebarber

The streets are empty, there's no one out
Race through red lights, past your house
Park in the street, peer in the window, the lights are out, I've nowhere left to go and
So I go home cursing myself for being such a creep
Put on some coffee, turn on the T.V., there's nothing on, there's nothing left to see
except the infomercial, it's very convincing, I dig out my credit card
I'll be tired for work this morning, but I don't care
Might not show up for work today, might sleep in my chair
Go to a movie, picked by my friends
The film is awful I need new friends
Say goodnight early, drive to your house, the shades are up but lights are still out
I go home cursing myself for being such a god-damned creep
Lie on the sofa, turn on the T.V., there's nothing on, there's nothing left to see
except the infomercial, it's very convincing, I dig out my credit card
buy some kitchen utensils, gonna learn to cook one of these days.

Calling Card

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance and Richard Rebarber

I guess you liked the killer
more than I liked his hired hand
lives flashed before our eyes
every time he raised his hand
and the calling card floats slow motion through the air
and the sequence of events becomes horribly unclear
this night defies gravity
and it stills the falling man, you can look up at him and see
the expression of surprise on his face
as he hits the cool night air above the sea
I guess I like the handsaw
more than the knife or the axe
the librarian screaming through the deserted midnight stacks
and the calling card floats slow motion through the air
and the sequence of events becomes chronically unclear
and the calling card floats slow motion through the air
and the sequence of events becomes hopelessly and tragically unclear
I make designs in the sand
scrape tortured limbs and bones with claws from my hand
and you don't like what you see
but still you seem susceptible to me
so I cling to that susceptibility
I guess you liked the killer more than you liked his hired hand
lives flashed before our eyes every time he raised his hand
and the calling card floats slow motion through the air
and the sequence of events becomes hopelessly unclear
and the calling card floats slow motion through the air
and the sequence of events becomes hopelessly and tragically,
chronically, pathetically unclear

Ceiling Fan

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance and Richard Rebarber

Johnnie Walker black and blue
Nooses comfortable and true
Follow me down green groves, tall trees
And pass me as I wander through
Iced over sidewalks, and scarred-over memories won't do
They won't do
I was a ceiling fan turning while you while you slept
One leg under the covers one leg over my lap
We could make confetti from what we've left of our lives
I was a thermostat, glowing and descending
Sudden gooseflesh on your leg
I pull you next to me but that means nothing this night.
That's what you sleep through
Paper snowflakes accordion from room to room
That's what you dream through
Paper snowflakes fill up the room
Johnnie Walker black and blue
Nooses comfortable and true
Follow me down green groves, tall trees
And pass me as I wander through
Iced over sidewalks, and scarred-over memories won't do
They won't do
I was a ceiling fan turning while you while you slept
One leg under the covers one leg over my lap
We could make confetti from what we've left of our lives
I was a thermostat, glowing and descending
Sudden gooseflesh on your leg
I pull you next to me but that means nothing
When we've smothered all that's left
I was a ceiling fan turning while you while you slept
One leg under the covers one leg over my lap
We could make confetti from what we've left of our lives
I was a thermostat, glowing and descending
Sudden gooseflesh on your leg
I pull you next to me but that means nothing
That's what you sing through
The microphone haze of amateur night
That's what you sleep through
Paper snowflakes fill up our lives

Debaser

Lyrics by Charles Michael Kittredge Thompson IV, a.k.a. Black Francis

This is a song by the Pixies. The real lyrics for the song can be found online. We took liberties with the lyrics.

Bubbles To Make You Stay

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance and Richard Rebarber

I don't make you stargaze I don't make you walk that way I don't play the last game don't blow bubbles to make you stay
I don't make you follow
I don't make you watch me play
I don't play the last game
don't blow bubbles to make you stay
And this is the last time that
I will leave disappointed and
This is the last time that
I will leave so disjointed and
This is the first time that
I've left you with such a pointed
stare, driving cars right off the pier
with your hopscotch fits of rage
Are you there
Are you even near
Faster is slower at the end of little blocks of time and
space, we think we know what we knew back then but we blink and then lose
place it moves slower at the end of little blocks of space and
time, we think we know what we knew back then, but we almost lost our
minds, lost our minds
I don't make you stargaze
I don't make you walk that way
I don't play the last game
don't blow bubbles to make you stay, stay, stay
This is the last time that
I will leave disappointed and
this is the last time that
I will leave you so disjointed
This is the last time that
I will leave you disappointed and
this is the first time that
I've left you with such a pointed
stare, driving cars right off the pier
with your hopscotch fits of rage
Are you there
Are you even near

Contents Of My Pockets

Lyrics by Richard Rebarber

I empty my pockets, find a keychain and a comb
A key I can't identify, I don't think it's to my home
A watch without a wristband, and a pen without a cap
A picture of you, in my wallet in the back
It's wrinkled and it's faded, but I can't find another one
I've looked all around, but there's not to be found
You're laughing and you're pretty, there's a date on the back
I can't remember where it's from, but at least it has a date on the back
A scrap of paper with a grocery list
a phone number I meant to call weeks ago
A receipt for a shirt I don't really like that much
You would not have liked it either, it really needs to go
The keychain and the comb, the phone number and the phone
The watch without a wristband, the pen without a cap
Are pretty useful things, but I don't think about them half as much
As the picture of you in my wallet in the back
It's wrinkled and it's faded, but I can't find another one
I've looked all around, but there's not to be found
You're laughing but you're probably sad, and there's a date on the back
I can't remember where it's from, but it must have been important
For us to write the date on the back

The Suit That You're Buried In

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance and Richard Rebarber

You're telling us your sad stories again
threatening to punch out anyone who grins
I've seen the picture books and fables
I've seen all your spills from under your tables
Is this really the suit
you want to be buried in?
Paper lanterns on the veranda
the porch nearly wraps around the lake
Leopards change their spots at random
but the panther just takes and takes and takes
There was a man the blues killed outright
near the stage he keeled right over
All the middle aged women kneeled down around him
Tonight you're a ghost ship on northern seas
but I can't let you into the house
There's a grim blue light dancing round you like a halo
Cause that's not the suit, that's not the suit, that's not the suit
I wanna see you buried in
Paper lanterns line the veranda
light up the dull mist round the lake
Leopards change their spots at random
But the panther just takes and takes and takes
and takes
Oh there was a man the blues killed outright
near the stage he keeled right over
All the middle aged women kneeled down around him
and they said...
That's not the suit etc.

The Car That Died Of Shame

Lyrics by Charles Lieurance and Richard Rebarber

Look into my eyes you'll see a clock that's moving backward
The car that died of shame, stalled out on the interstate.
Look into my eyes, you'll see our world is moving sideways
The car that died of shame, the car that died of shame
Surprise surprise, you can see it in their eyes
At long last something to pray for.
Surprise surprise, there's a pop song on the elevator down, down
Sinking into couch cushions late at night, your
windows thick with frost
They say that every snowflake is different
But I never got close enough to tell, tell
Look into my eyes you'll see a clock that's moving backward
The car that died of shame, crying on the interstate.
Look into my eyes, you'll see our plans are going sideways
The car that died of shame, the car that died of shame
Surprise surprise, there's a nickel on each eye
At long last something to pray for.
Surprise surprise, there's a pop song on the elevator down
Surprise, you can see it in their eyes
At long last something to live for.
Surprise surprise, there's a pop song on the elevator
pop song on the elevator
pop song on the elevator down