Orpheus Songtext

von Grant Lee Buffalo

I heard that your Orpheus
He done left town
Snuck out the back way
While you slept face down
Bound for the underworld
He rolled down his wool sleeves
And like a serpent coiled
About the wet leaves
Tennessee waltzing
A dance of disease
Can't you see?

Pick up your shears, Delilah,
Right there
Leave all your cares to fall
Like dead hair
Outside a carriage waits
To take you home
Its tricky handbrake will not hold out for long
Do hop inside,
For your map, it has been drawn
Can't you see
What leads you?
What leads you
What leads you
What leads

Pickin' the mandrake
I would use for tea
I heard the water spirits
Calling me
Faintly a peacock cried
From behind the tulles
Can't you see
That when you feel it tickle your brain
Filling your skull 's bowl with butane
Maybe the genie wants back
In the lamp
He's run out of wishes
And his clothes are all damp
Back to the bottle,
Though he knows just how cramped
That can be...
What leads you?
What leads you?
What leads you?
What leads you?
What is it now now now?
What is it?
What is it now?
What is it now?
What is it now now what leads
Well what leads you?
What leads you down down down
Down down down
Down down down down
Down
What leads you?