Counting Crows
Einstein On A Beach (For An Eggman)
Albert's always sincere; he's a sensitive type
His intentions are clear -- he wanna be well
liked
Well, if everything is nothing, then are we anything?
Is it better to be better than to be anything?
And Albert's visions blooming uncontrolled
All his wings are slowly sinking
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
All the king's men reappear
For an eggman, fallen off the wall
He'll never be together again
Einstein's down on the beach standing in the sand
'Cause everything he believes in is shattered
What you fear in the night in the day comes to
call anyway
And we all get burned as one more sun comes sliding
down the sky
One more shadow leans against the wall
And the world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear
For an eggman, fallen off the wall
He'll never be together again
Albert's waiting in the sun
On a field American
For the cause of some inflated form of hit and
run and...
Yeah-e-yeah
One more sun comes sliding down the sky
One more shadow leans against the wall
And the world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear
For an eggman, fallen off the wall
He'll never be together again
Albert's fallen on the sun
Cracked his head wide open
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear
For an eggman, fallen, fallen
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear
For an eggman, fallen off the wall
He'll never be together again
No, he'll never be together again
No, no, never never never again, uhhh-uh
What you fear in the night in the day comes to
call anyway-e-ay, ehhh-eh
Never never never again
No, no
No, no, no, no
Mrs. Potter's Lullabye
Well I woke up in mid-afternoon cause that's when
it all hurts the most
I dream I never
know anyone at the party and I'm always the host
If dreams are
like movies, then memories are films about ghosts
You can never
escape, you can only move south down the coast
Well, I am an
idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame
I am an acrobat
swinging trapezes through circles of flame
If you've never
stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame
And though I'll
never forget your face,
sometimes I can't
remember my name
Hey Mrs. Potter
don't cry
Hey Mrs. Potter
I know why but
Hey Mrs. Potter
won't you talk to me
Well, there's
a piece of Maria in every song that I sing
And the price
of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
And there is always
one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring
And the last one
out of the circus has to lock up everything
Or the elephants
will get out and forget to remember what you said
And the ghosts
of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your head
And the ferris
wheel junkies will spin them forever instead
When I see you
a blanket of stars covers me in bed
Hey Mrs. Potter
don't go
Hey Mrs. Potter
I don't know but
Hey Mrs. Potter
won't you talk to me
All the blue light
reflections that color my mind when I sleep
And the lovesick
rejections that accompany the company I keep
All the razor
perceptions that cut just a little too deep
Hey I can bleed
as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep
So I throw my
hand into the air and it swims in the beams
It's just a brief
interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream
Well, I know I
don't know you and you're probably not what you seem
But I'd sure like
to find out
So why don't you
climb down off that movie screen
Hey Mrs. Potter
don't turn
Hey Mrs. Potter
I burn for you
Hey Mrs. Potter
won't
you talk to me
When the last
king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
and orders another
Well, I wonder
what he did that for
That's when I
know that I have to get out cause I have been there before
So I gave up my
seat at the bar and I head for the door
We drove out to
the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
We stand up at
the Palace like it's the last of the great Pioneertown bars
We shout out these
songs against the clang of electric guitars
You can see a
million miles tonight
But you can't
get very far
Hey Mrs. Potter
I won't touch and
Hey Mrs. Potter
it's not much but
Hey Mrs. Potter
won't you talk to me