When I was only a zygote
I still remember the time
When there was nothing to know or to think about
Except the sound of my mind,
And the sound from outsite.
SenSurround;
Down at the bottom.
Sensible
To hear external.
And the world first spoke to me in SenSurround.
If Mom had known she was expecting
She might have gone to see Jaws,
Instead of picking the film where the sound effects
Came right up throung the floor.
Then I'd be differently formed.
SenSurround;
Down at the bottom.
Sensible
To hear external.
And the world first spoke to me in SenSurround.
Accidentally in a coal mine it was found
When they accidentally dug too far down and found
The SenSurround.
I still don't know who conceived it,
Or where they got the idea.
But there it was in the aisle by the exit sign;
A woofer covered in wood
To shake the room when it should.
SenSurround;
Down at the bottom.
Sensible
To hear external.
Made the fakeness realistic
When the action went ballistic.
One degree shy of sadistic.
And the world first spoke to me in SenSurround.
(Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah)
(Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah)
(Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah)
(Oooh)
If I could swim under the water
Without having to breathe,
If I could follow the trail to the ocean floor
I think I'd know what there'd be,
Down there waiting for me.
SenSurround;
Down at the bottom.
Sensible
To hear external.
Made the fakeness realistic
When the action went ballistic.
One degree shy of sadistic.
And the world first spoke to me in SenSurround.
Back in high school I knew a girl
Not too simple and not too kind.
We both grew up, but I heard she changed
From a New Wave fan to another kind.
She thinks she’s Edith Head,
But you might know she’s not.
The accent in her speech
She didn’t have growing up.
She thinks she’s Edith Head,
Or Helen Gurley Brown,
Or some other cultural figure
We don’t know a lot about.
It’s been years since I moved away,
But at Christmas I come home;
And I saw her reflection in the window of a store.
She was talking to herself
Not too simple and not too kind.
I walked on by,
It was complicated
And it stuck in my mind.
She thinks she’s Edith Head,
But you might know she’s not.
The accent in her speech
She didn’t have growing up.
The accent in her speech
She didn’t have growing up.
The accent in her speech
She didn’t have growing up.
(AAAHHH!!!)
She thinks she’s Edith Head,
She thinks she’s Edith Head, now.
She thinks she’s Edith Head,
She thinks she’s Edith Head, now.
(...You guys wanna’ listen to the whole thing? Before we...)
(One more! One more!)
(Okay, One more!)
(She’s lost her mind!)
She thinks she’s Edith Head,
She thinks she’s Edith Head, now.
She thinks she’s Edith Head,
She thinks she’s Edith Head, now.
No taxi could take you,
No trains rollin’ by.
No bicycle shop,
No planes in the sky.
Planes in the sky.
Not a night spent in jail,
Parrot on my arm.
Not a man of the world,
No patch on my eye.
Patch on my eye.
Dark and metric is my town,
Every day and night.
Just because you’re floating doesn’t mean you haven’t drowned.
No spoiler, no wind scoop,
No mag wheels in back.
No hydraulic shocks,
No privacy glass.
Dark and metric is my town,
North, East, West, and South.
Just because you’re smiling doesn’t mean you haven’t drowned.
Have you ever seen a bloody head,
Glass in hand, lying up in bed?
That’s the time to sing
This cowardly lullaby,
And you aught to know why.
Lullaby to nightmares;
Whisper low in the night
Where bat wings flow.
That’s where all the fright mares go
When the elephants die.
Would you like to try?
(Bah bah bah bah bah.)
(Bah bah bah bah bah.)
(Bah bah bah bah bah.)
Have you ever heard
The blackbird song?
Summer days, all summer long.
Underneath a shady tree
A shadow’s sitting next to me,
And we stare at the sun.
Whisper low in the night
Where bat wings flow.
That’s where all the fright mares go
When the elephants die.
Would you like to try?