Overs By Simon and Garfunkel

Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?
The game is over,
Over,
Over.

No good times, no bad times,
There's no times at all,
Just The New York Times,
Sitting on the windowsill
Near the flowers.

We might as well be apart.
It hardly matters,
We sleep separately.
And drop a smile passing in the hall
But there's no laughs left
ÔCause we laughed them all.
And we laughed them all
In a very short time.

Time
Is tapping on my forehead,
Hanging from my mirror,
Rattling the teacups,
And I wonder,
How long can I delay?
We're just a habit
Like saccharin.

And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue.

But each time I try on
The thought of leaving you,
I stop...
I stop and think it over.
i





Unwell
Copyright Matchbox 20, 2003 (I believe)



All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on
Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why

[Chorus]

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be...me

I'm talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind

[Chorus]

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I've been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away

[Chorus]

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Yeah, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be
I'm just a little unwell





Dracula From Houston -- by the 'Butthole Surfers'

Got no future
Great big past
Little bitty guy on the rim of my glass
Gotta meet the plane so I can get my monkey
Teach him to be cool
But a little bit funky
Got no credit
And I got no fear
And I got about a buck
So I can buy a beer
Gotta see a doctor 'bout the words I've said
And I gotta get a bike
And I gotta paint it red

Chorus:
Oh no
We gotta go
We're not gonna live forever
Why? Why? We gotta die
You know that well be together
Hey hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there
Cause I'm never never never
Comin' home

Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck
I was walkin the walk
And I was talkin to the best
I was wrinkled and shriveled
And steppin' outta line
Had the end against the middle and losin every time
I was famous and heinous and crippled and sad
Thought I was invincible the baddest of the bad
Then I woke up one morning
And I stepped out of bed
Had to get a bike
Had to paint it red

Oh no
We gotta go
Were not gonna live forever
Why? Why? We gotta die
You know that well be together
Hey hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
I know that you'll miss me
But I'm never never never
Comin' home

Crazy (I'm crazy I wanna tell you that I'm crazy) x5

Oh no
We gotta go
Were not gonna live forever
Why? Why? we gotta die
You know that well be together
Hey hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there
Cause I'm never never never
Comin' home

Staring in disbelief
Out at the gloom
I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon
I got real good in about six years
Started playin' out for a couple of beers
Then one day I was playin at the gig and in walked the monkey with a couple of funky friends
He came right over and said this is what you'll do
You're gonna get a bike
Your gonna paint it blue

Oh no
We gotta go
Were not gonna live forever
Why? Why? We gotta die
You know that well be together
Hey hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
I know that you'll miss me,
But I'm never never never
Comin' home...