Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Over And Over Again

I heard it from a friend

The Revolution never happened

Sigh

A little die

No more a child

Goodbye

No where’s the woolen sweater

You mentioned in the letter?

Imply

The other guy

And scandalize the lion

A clean shave in the morning

And a full beard with no warning

Time has gotten by on alibis and wine

Success is so forbidding

But it makes me think I’m winning

Quiet

Dim the lights

Adopt another lifestyle

You look like David Bowie

But you’ve nothing new to show me

Start another fire

And watch it slowly die

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Blameless

Why didn’t I just walk away?

I saw what they’d done to boys who refused to bow down to them

If only I were a setting sun

I’d burn right through the core of the earth to warn you about it

The latest trend is to pretend

And know what’s all around

And you stare at the ceiling and leave me to steal from you

You’re walking away now, but I will not take anything

What’s done is done

Set them up, I will knock them down

What brought you to be stranded like me in this blameless American town?

Don’t let them get to you

Did you think they’d be tying your shoes

Did you think they’d be bringing you around?

Your will just bends, you pretend

That no one’s around

You stare at the ceiling, and leave me to steal from you

You’re walking away now, but I will not take anything

What’s done is done

And the farmer’s lost to quicksand now, it is done

And I haven’t the strength for to fix it now, it is done

Tell my mother I’ll meet her in the silo full of leaves

And the softer touches will keep us from gnawing at the earth

And swinging at the breeze, and suddenly I

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Gimme Some Salt

Sally hit the pavement

Wineglass in her hand

Sally’s rearrangement

I’ll never understand

But little did I wonder

(little did I try)

her little bit of thunder

her little bit of lightning

(lightning)

Sucka sucka MC

Sing my favorite song

Sing it for the dancing

Sing it for somber one

Curious velocity

Brought me to a halt

Flatten me my baby

Gimmie some salt

She was always asking

Where’s the nearest bar?

Pedal on the gas kid

Getting playing hard hard

I was in the kitchen

Cooking up a shark

Sally’s out preparing

Witty remarks

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Is This Love?

You’re so much different than me yea

I know

And I’m my only enemy

Pain is all that I can see oh

I see you’re climbing a tree

And I know

That it’s easier to be up high in

The air than oh the ground

And it’s love, etc.

You say you can’t say anymore

You’ve already said it before

In a million different ways which

Were all not quite right

The rain is loud on the ground

Well I know

But I don’t even make a sound when

I come around oh

And you say I’d be better off dead

This I know

But it’s no use hiding this pretty

Head in the ground

And it’s love, etc.

And we can do the zarathustra

We can do the broken fist

We can tear down all the borders

Or abbreviate the list

And when finally the finish line

Emerges from the mist we’ll sound

A soft alarm

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Some Loud Thunder

All this talking

you’d think I’d have something to say

but I’m just talking

like a siren getting louder and farther away

from the energetic kids in the park yes that was me

breaking glass and pretending to start

something big

some new taste

Did you wander

as my voice went from station to station to state?

Some loud thunder

sometimes there’s no telling if we’re ok

there are buildings up for sale on the other side of town

which are falling down for people

to stand in their place;

to try to make something great

That’s just a part of the story

And it could be maybe something complete someday

At the end of the quarry

yes that was me digging holes for all the world to see

A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky

and slap us all on the teeth

But there’s always more unless I’m mistaken

tell me when do mouths close

and people gracefully retreat

New York calling

at the bottom of the ocean city gritting its teeth

but there’s no telling

from the telepathic Mrs. Crying on live TV

Whoah the misanthropic topical arrangement

that is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient

That’s me

Am I late?

That’s the state of my story

and it may be one day something complete

At the end of the quarry

I have dug a hole for all the world to see

A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky

and slap us all on the feet

but there’s always mre unless I’m mistaken

Tell me when do mouths close

and people gracefully retreat?

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Fireproof

The elastic of my snap stick seems to snap down on the [?]

I take a drastic

He lit a matchstick and set fire to the tears

I will go around that stage in just my birthday suit

Now that I’m fireproof

It’s a candle that you bring to the table

But it’s not enough for me

Small fever, my neighbor

My savior you will be

The ring of fire is growing high

But we will never leave

No, no, no, no… [repeat]

And I know, I know it’s hard to win

But how could I have thought we’d ever lose?

Oh, what a drag it is to win

I love you, I love me, I would love me too

So don’t be alarmed, don’t be afraid

When it is just a little fire

I’m teaching myself to be safe

Waiting for you to regain your sight

We were in a fire last night

I just lost one too

Turns out I’m fireproof

Now that I’m fireproof

Now that I’m fireproof

Now that I’m fireproof

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Untitled

With the hail that sounds stiffly

On this fragile, old mountain

A Mexican ritual like coins in a fountain

And I’m apologizing, apologizing for being here

North of Teotihuacan, Temple Moon and Sun

Would sit immigrant flower protecting what’s left

Of his dangerous hipness,

His unshakable disbelief

But a candle, it is lit

With the fire from the spit

While the Americans all go running naked around a tree

There’s nothing stranger than what’s here

And I’m in danger, I fear,

Of the world becoming a little too weird for me

I could call upon New York, could call upon London

Digesting peyote with a stomach all shrunk

Like an ambassador humming to a native drum drumming

Boom-beep

Or like a crazy, dead elephant who didn’t trust the water

I’m thinking of ways now to forget the slaughter

For truth holds the hand of a foreign land

But an American don’t need no more company

Fast approaching opinion

On the runway a plane lands

And let’s off a herd, which desires destination

But goes jumping from stone to stone to stone to tree

And when home across the border, this fast food reporter

Writes words like a vampire

And he slurs for a short while

And he sums it all up, it’s the meat from the pup that’s intriguing

And a candle, it is lit

With the fire from the spit

While the Americans all go running naked around a tree

There’s nothing stranger than what’s here

And I’m in danger, I fear,

Of the world becoming a little too weird for me

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah In A Motel

And so I left when I was just a boy.

I swore I’d simply do it all over again.

And now up the hill with snow-bit,

blue-tipped fingers, blood from falling,

but I can’t go back there no more

In frozen poses, venues lined with pillows,

Atlas shouldered some silly blunder or other

You ask for more than this,

but I don’t know what more than this is.

Is it a motel,

with a fashion magazine,

in between towns?

I was thinking about my mother

and I wished ill upon myself.

Rachel don’t come around here no more.

I hear she’s living in Montana

with her brother. I wish her the best,

and I hope she can forget me.

But the ghost that comes around

is a dead-ringer for her.

I see her in my nightmares,

discussing modern literature

with her hands around my neck

in a motel

with a fashion magazine

in between towns.

I was thinking about my mother

and I wished ill upon myself.

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Satan Said Dance

How did I arrive in a place like this?

Red right hand does the alligator kiss

My hair turns white and my face turns green

But my feet are still moving if you know what I mean

Satan said dance

He says to me to shake around

And don’t stop ’til you hit the ground

And I know it is not how you thought it would be

No whips no chains just dancing dancing dancing dancing

dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing

dancing dancing dancing dancing

Satan said dance

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Yankee Go Home

Try Jamaica

(I) think they’ll take you

Honolulu

How do you do?

I’ll make a quick stop

My fair-lady pill pop

Before catching the bus to good lord knows where’s what

(Catch me)

falling out of line

I’m calling upon North Carolina to help me out here

Salad nicoise

Good to meet you

Carcasonne hon’

Stands next to no one

The rake at the door has been taking a tour

Of this tar (and) feather land and good lord knows

that I am now

Falling out of line

I’m calling upon North Carolina to help me out here

Yankee go

Yankee go home

The gas prices are getting higher

As the rain falls upon dry land

Yankee go home

Senses burn man

when the deck-hand

Plays a flute which

Reminds me of you oh

That night have some patience

And girls who are singing of strangers and sailors

There are gunfights

There are neckties

A little history

A little sunlight

Alright

Yankee go home

Papa said

Papa said

Pa said get used to it

Pa said get used to it

Pa said it gets so goddamn hard but I get used to it

Pa said get used to it