Death Dance of Omipapas and Sons for You-Of Montreal

[00:07.27]I want to dance so I don't have to think anymore [00:12.71] [00:13.56]About the steam cleaned caterpillar in the pinafore [00:17.46] [00:20.25]I want to dance till the meanings of words are replaced [00:25.80] [00:26.49]By the snobbish foppish dandies with discriminating taste [00:30.89]Taking lady's place and bouncing her face [00:37.31] [00:38.72]Up the escalator to inspect the fay new blonde [00:45.88] [00:48.52]I want to dance to the voice of the phantom oboe [00:53.89] [00:54.99]Performing sprightly melodies of a rococo [00:58.49] [01:01.66]I want to dance to the rhythm of owls [01:05.73]In a plumb who have fashioned tiny instruments [01:10.27]Plucked with their thumbs [01:11.80] [01:12.40]No feeling is more safe [01:14.79] [01:16.66]Then when you embrace me dancing [01:19.74] [01:20.40]We don't need to call any of our friends [01:23.89] [01:24.59]Because I don't even care who else is there [01:29.21] [01:30.45]If dancing is your legs laughing [01:32.73] [01:34.91]Choking is your throat heckling [01:36.86] [01:39.03]Cement grapes are falling (falling) [01:42.42]Ah but the limp nymphs are calling me to dance [01:49.08] [01:55.93]I'm so sick and tired of always feeling down [01:59.81]Yeah just sitting around yeah wasting my life [02:06.81] [02:08.09]I want to dance I want to dance