Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mystery Mail, artist - Cass McCombs. Album song Humor Risk, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 06.11.2011
Record label: Domino
Song language: English
Mystery Mail |
| Mystery Mail |
| It read: «I hope this finds you well» |
| To no avail |
| You tipped the scale |
| Now I’ll see you in hell |
| Sailing over this story’s arc |
| A cardboard box that missed it’s mark |
| Like a comet seen at dusk |
| Like the Mayan twins born of the husk |
| We were raised and flew at the very same height |
| But feel individually from our flight |
| I knew Daniel since high school in Benicia |
| He sold cookies from his parents' freezer |
| But were we ever really ever close? |
| Now Daniel’s gone and I’m his ghost |
| He went north and I went east |
| We had a plan — or an idea, at least |
| From his cousin’s lab in Crescent City |
| Daniel packaged two pounds for speedy delivery |
| USPS to Greenpoint, Brooklyn |
| Every gram sold while his cousin kept cooking |
| Successfully, this went on |
| For, oh, I don’t know how long |
| One day I turned the corner onto India St |
| I must have turned white as a sheet |
| Three policemen were standing on my stoop |
| Talking to my girlfriend, Betty Boop |
| I turned around never to see Betty again |
| I’m sorry, Betty, I hope you understand |
| I assumed they got to Daniel first |
| In this line of work you come to expect the worse |
| Some time later, the smirk was wiped from my smile |
| I was arrested for hopping a turnstile |
| Bones had told the warrant cleared after eight years |
| So, naturally, on my court date I failed to appear |
| Eventually, the cardboard comet had to fall |
| I took a walk down the long hall |
| The first thing I did from my cell |
| Was write a letter in search of Daniel |
| Daniel was indeed inside the lion’s den |
| Not the only Lionkiller in a California Sate Penn |
| Daniel wrote me back in a matter of days |
| No mention of whether or not crime pays |
| He wrote: «You wouldn’t recognize me anymore» |
| «I bet you’d rather be back cleaning toilets in Baltimore» |
| «I'll never make it out of this cell» |
| «I guess the next time you see me will be in Hell» |
| The letters stopped rollin in |
| I heard Daniel was stabbed with a ballpoint pen |
| About sixty times by his cellmate, Charles |
| Now people talk about immortalizing him in marble |
| Not everybody should be made a saint |
| Daniel was good good guy, but a saint he ain’t |
| Mystery Mail |
| It read: «I hope this finds you well» |
| To no avail |
| You tipped the scale |
| Now I’ll see you in Hell |