Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Point of It All, artist - Amanda Palmer. Album song Who Killed Amanda Palmer, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 11.09.2008
Record label: The All Blacks
Song language: English
The Point of It All |
oh, what a noble, distinguished collection of fine little friends you have made |
hitting the tables without you again: no we’ll wait, no we promise, we’ll wait |
june makes these excellent sewing machines out of common industrial waste |
she spends a few days at a time on the couch but she’s fine |
she wears shades, she wears shades |
but no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my babydoll |
and you’re aces for coming along |
you’re almost human, after all |
and you’re learning that just 'cause they call themselves friends |
doesn’t mean they’ll call… |
they made the comment in jest |
but you’ve got the needle |
i guess that’s the point of it all |
maybe a week in the tropics would help to remind you how nice life can be |
we propped you right up in a chair on a deck with a beautiful view of the sea |
but a couple weeks later we came back and you and the chair were nowhere to be |
seen |
you had magically moved to the closet |
eyes fixed to the place where the dryer had been |
oh, but no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my babydoll |
and you’re aces for coming along |
you’re almost human, after all |
why on earth would i keep you propped up in here when you so love the fall??? |
the pattern’s laid out on the bed |
with dozens of colors of thread |
but you’ve got the needle |
i guess that’s the point in the end |
but it’s better to waste your day watching the scenery change at a comatose rate |
than to put yourself in it and turn into one of those cigarette ads that you |
hate |
but while you were sleeping some men came around |
said they had some dimensions to take |
i’m not sure what they were talking about but they sure made a mess of your face |
but still, no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my babydoll |
and you’re aces for playing along |
you’re almost human, even now |
and just 'cause they call themselves experts |
it doesn’t mean sweet fuck all… |
they’ve got the permanent press |
homes with a stable address |
and they’ve got excitement |
and life by the fistful |
but you’ve got the needle |
i guess that’s the point of it all |