Lyrics

All songs by Brian Boggess

 

Indigo

walking alone, bottled in the street at night. walking unknown,
carries in her heart a fight. fixing her face, going for a pretty
dress. melted away, crying when she’s not upset. indigo, beaten by
a trick a week ago. indigo, dreaming of a place she’ll never know.
indigo, bruises on her thigh that turn to gold. indigo, fall in love
with me i love you so. morning alive, feeling like she met a man.
darken the sky, posing by a garbage can. stickin’ herself, easy
’cause it’s heroin. walking alone, bottled by the midnight wind.

Jack Knife

how would you like to stab me in the back? take a number; you can
have a crack. how would you like to brighten up your day? you could
deceive me and laugh when i’m away. just like everyone else does.
jack knife. do it just because. just like everyone else does.
yeah, it’s your lucky day. the only spirit on whom you can depend
lives inside you–the one that never bends. i had some friends who
could not look me in the eye. they knew that i knew they were
fuckers in disguise. just like everyone else is. jack knife. do it
like show biz. just like everyone else is. yeah, it’s your lucky day.

Mistress Anya Knees

i fell in love with a dominatrix. she let me clean her shiny latex.
i saw things i shouldn’t see. i was things i shouldn’t be. but i
love her anyway. and i see her every day. got her pictures on my
wall. little mistress on the–on the crawl, on the ball. little
mistress anya knees. hey, baby, what do you do with these? bad
dreams of leather heaven. one crack of that and i was seven. i saw
things i shouldn’t see. i was things i shouldn’t be. on the cross.
she’s the boss.

I Remember When

i remember when you howled at the wind, i do. you’re twisted inside,
i don’t want to fight with you. check out the lights, the city at
night is fun. this fuckin’ town is loaded with clowns–i’m done. i
remember when i was your friend. i remember when i was. windows of
ice jack up the price we pay. your pretty dress, i remember that
mess we made. words in the air, who really cares if they rip out
your heart, state of the art decay?

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