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