Eels - Album: Daisies Of The Galaxy

The Sound of Fear

Sun comes up on the old neighborhood
Spray-painted bricks and dead firewood
Well I don't know where I'm gonna be next
I don't care where I'm gonna be

Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you down
But never made another
Sound of Fear

Some people like to call me chuck
It's charles and you are shit outta' luck
If you tink you know what happens next
You tink you know what happens

Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you down
But never made another
Sound of Fear

Sun goes down on the old Neighborhood
Dark, damp the stop where I once stood
I don't know where the bus stops next
And I don't care where the bus stops

Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you donw
But never made another
Sound of Fear

The sound of fear
I can't hear
The Sound of Fear It's a motherfucker

It's a motherfucker
Being here without you
Thinking 'bout the good times
Thinking 'bout the bad
And I won't ever be the same

It's a motherfucker
Getting through a sunday
Talking to the walls
Just me again
But I won't ever be the same
I won't ever be the same

It's a motherfucker
How much I understand
The feeling that you need someone
To take your by the hand
And you won't ever be the same
You won't ever be the same

Estate Sale

These are the Sounds
Of Days that are Past....


I like Birds

I can`t look at the rocket launch
The trophy wives of the astronauts
And I won`t listen to their words
'Cause I like
Birds
I don't care for walkin' downtown
Crazy Auto-Car gonna mow me down
Look at all the people like cows in a herd
Well' I like
Birds
If you're small and on a search
I've got a feeder for you to perch on
I can`t stand in line at the store
The mean little people are such a bore
But it's alright if you act like a turd
'Cause I like
Birds
If you're samll and on a search
I've got a feeder for you to perch on Tiger in my tank

I bought some rock star ashes
From the back of Rolling Stone
I guess he wouldn't mind it
They couldn't sell his soul

The Tiger in my tank
Is going to ge extinct
And I'm not feeling so good myself
I think I'm gonna brink of disaster

I had a dream last night
The TV and the phone
Grew some legs and took a walk
And left me all alone

The Tiger in my tank
is going to go extinct
And I'm not feeling so good myself
I think I'm gonna brink of disaster

When I grow up I'll be
An angry littel whore
I'll gibe you all the finger
I'll sell you all what for

Daisies of the Galaxy

Take heart, my little friend
And push back your seat
Soon we'll be far away
Far from the street
Where you learned how to be
Not what you are

Up on teh shoulder
There is a town
With a little Motel
And an old Movie Haouse
We'll go to a movie
Whatever it is

Watching the movie
The world's gonna end
And there ain't no place for
A boy and his friend to go

I'll pick up some Daisies
From the flower bed
Of the Galaxy theater
While you dlear your head
I thought some Daisies
Might cheer up A Daisy through concrete

Wake up the Dying
Don't wake up the dead
Change what you're saying
Don't change what you said
Now thats it's time that
I got out of bed

When I walk myself
Down sycamore street
The sund beats down
No shoes on my feet
And I stumble on
A Daisy through concrete

Pink and Brown babies
In Pink stroller cars
Know that is's good
They don't care where they are
They know that home
Doesn't feel very far

Whe I walk myself
Down sycamore street
The sund beats down
No shoes on my feet
And I stumble on
A Daisy through concrete

Airplane is flying up in the sky
Making a pattern
With the white lines
Looks like a heart
Or maybe a pie

Flyswatter

Little Field mice
Living under the house
Never eating much
Tough life for a mouse
And if you think you're
Gonna be spared
Wou're wrong

Field mice, head lice
Spiders in the kitchen
Don't think twice `bout
Whatever keeps you itchin'
Ice water, flyswatter
Gonna get you through
The day

Heat is rolling in like
Hell's red rug
Stinking like the
Breath of beelzebub
And if you think you won't
Walk on Coals
You will

Field mice, head lice
Spiders in the kitchen
Don`t think twice 'bout
Whaterver keeps you itchin'
Ice water, flyswatter
Gonne get you through
The day Jeannie's Diary

How does her world spin
without me in her nest?
Could there really be such happiness?

Oh, she's got a dark side too
Even murderous
But I love that
Just like her

I don't have a chance at writting the book
I just wanna be a page
In Jeannie's Diary
One single Page
In Jeannie's Diary

Yes I am intense
Maybe quite obsessed
Everything she does is curious

Oh, she's going to let me in
I just know it's so
Then again, who do I kid?

I don't have a prayer for writting the book
I just wanna be a page
In Jeannie's Diary
One single Page
In Jeannie's Diary

She could have anything she wants
So why not me?
She could have anything she dreams
Oh, to be one single Page
One single Page
In Jeannie's Diary

Wooden Nickels

Went down by the old courthouse
Stumbling through the streets
Had to get out of the house
Had to use my feet
And you may not think much of me now
But I think so damn much of you

Don't take any wooden nickels
When you sell your soul
A devil of a time awaits you
When the party's over
You're on your own

Trash turck coming up the road
Picking up the trash
Riding to a better place
Hoping we don't crash
Thinking how things
Have turned out
I never would've guessed it
This Way

Don't take any wooden nickels
When you sell your soul
A devil of a time awaits you
When the party's over
You're on your own

Now the Party's over
I'm on my own
Something is sacred

Taking a walk down to the mall
Smelling piss and beer and gas
That could me in a couple years
Suckin' fumes under the Highway pass

On a rainy day
While I wear newspaper for pants
And a T-Shirt that says "Damn I'm good"

People look funny when they cry
'Cause they just can't let it hide
typing into your little box
press the cry button
in unlocks

on a rainy day
no one has a thing to say
easier to look the other way

take a look in the killer's eyes
and you see there's nothing there
but something is sacred in your eyes
and something it believe

on a rainy day
and as the world will blow to bits
I'll cradle you and hold you tight

Selective Memory

If I ly my head down
I will see you in my dream
Wearing that polka dot dress
And sitting by the stream
Leaning in to hear you
You will whisper in my ear
And everything I need to know
I finally hear

I wish I could remember
But my selective memory
Won't let me

When I was a baby we would
Go out to the pard
And sit out in the fountain
Splashing 'round until it's dark
The days go on forever
When you only know that much
And everything you need to know
Is answered with one touch

I wish I could remember
But my selective Memory
Won't let me