Whatever happened to that princess,
the little girl who witnessed…
Pretty fairies on the daisies.

I seen her grow older,
I seen her grow colder.

Bring her back, bring back that sweetness. Don’t be afraid to show your weakness.
Got your defenses up, I want you to drop them for me.

Whatever happened to the little girl who played imagined games that lasted days?

I seen her grow older, I seen her grow colder, I seen her grow older, give me the cold shoulder.

Used to smile and say “hi,” now she just pass me by, afraid to be real with me.

Bring her back, bring back that sweetness,
don’t be afraid to show your weakness.
Got your defenses up, I want you to drop them for me.

Pretty fairies on the daisies.

How did I get here,
I know I don’t belong here.
I don’t even know what it means to be.

I appreciate the concept.
It’s easy to believe in things.
But look around and nothing seems to be…
to be… real.

What is real, what you feel, what you see, what you hear. What does it mean… to be.

So much has happened, And so much hasn’t happened, And so much never happened, And so much never happens.

But I still feel inside like I’m on a great thrill ride.
I look around and I wonder, will I be brilliant in your eyes, or will I blunder.
And when I look around, I’m in wonder…

How did I get here, Do I belong here,
And I ask myself what it means,
How did I get here, Do I belong here,
And I ask myself what it means to be.

If I were brilliant, If I were profound,
I’d pull it together and write it all down.
If I could see you through innocent eyes,
I’d drop all the pretense
and cut through the lies.

If it were easy, If life weren't so hard,
We’d just sit and look at the clouds in your yard.
If I could meet you and if you were me,
You’d fall in love almost immediately.

And if time were frozen
And love reigned supreme,
You’d still be the girl
that I kiss in my dream,
And if food were flesh,
And if blood was wine,
I’d eat and I’d drink of you
all of the time.

If I were funky, and if I was chic,
I’d take you back home and kiss you when you're weak.
And if I could be you, and if you were me,
You’d fall in love almost immediately.

And if time were frozen
And love reigned supreme,
You’d still be the girl
that I kiss in my dream,
And if food were flesh,
And if blood was wine,
I’d eat and I’d drink of you
all of the time.

It's all such a beautiful story to tell,
So say it again ‘cause you tell it so well.

When they treat you like you don’t exist,
Act like nothing’s wrong.
When they try to draw you into their shit,
Act like nothing’s wrong.

When you feel like you can’t fake it
for another minute,
Act like nothing’s wrong.
When you feel like you can’t suffer
through another second,
Act like nothing’s wrong.

When the world keeps turning
even when it shouldn’t,
Act like nothing’s wrong.
When you’re doing it again
even though you said you wouldn’t,
Act like nothing’s wrong.

When you thought you were immune
but it turns out you’re the one.
Act like nothing’s wrong.
When you want to make a killing
but your phaser’s set to “stun”
Act like nothing’s wrong.

Do your little dance,
sing your little song
and act like nothing’s wrong.
Pretend that you are weak,
pretend that you are strong,
And act like nothing’s wrong.

interlude:

Don't stop now. Pile on some more! This fire has only just begun to burn!

Why don’t I dig deeper?
And what is it I’m trying to see?
This life is full of strange occurrences,
Twists and turns of fate no one decrees.
And if I ever said I did, Now I don’t agree.

I never understood then,
Exactly what’s expected of me.
Is it really possible
to be the man I always dreamed I’d be,
Or have I already passed that test,
Now I can just be me.

Anyway, who’s to say
that what I wanted then
still pertains today?
My guess is that it doesn’t anyway.

Life and love are everything.
We measure out our steps along the way.
Time stops.
But I will never give my dreams away.
I need them now more than ever
I think I’ll be okay.

Don’t question everything.
Leave some things alone and let them stay.
You don’t always have to fix something.
That is and likely will always be that way.
There’s a little simple wisdom,
Or something I just happened to say.

Anyway, who’s to say
that what I wanted then
still pertains today?
My guess is that it doesn’t, anyway.

Dream life,
How can you just dream your life away,
And is there something wrong
with wanting nothing more
than what you have today?

Iron Man wears ironed pants,
He does all his own ironing since his divorce.

Iron Man wears ironed pants,
He operates the register at Tasty Dan’s.

Tasty Dan is The Chicken Man,
He says it without irony, and no remorse.

He’s got a leg up on the competion,
A leg up on the competition.
A leg up, a leg up, a leg up, a leg up,
A leg and thigh and breast as it were,
As Iron mans the register.

Iron Man is down on his luck,
He needs a change but don’t know how.
He’s feeling stuck.

Iron Man is down on his luck.
He feels like a stripped sedan
to Tasty Dan’s fully-loaded truck.

He’s got a leg up on the competion,
A leg up on the competition
A leg up, a leg up, a leg up, a leg up,
A leg and thigh and breast as it were,
As Iron mans the register.

Iron Man wears ironed pants,
He does all his own ironing since his divorce.
Iron Man wears ironed pants,
He does all his own ironing since his divorce.

Iron Man...

Tear away the hands of time,
Peel back the skin of fate,
Break free of the ties that bind,
Run for it, it’s not too late.

She hears the voices in her head,
She feels the music in her bones,
Her body feels the heat of passion,
She shuts it down, so no one knows

Shuts it down so no one knows

There ain’t no tellin’
sho’nuff I ain’t tellin’
don’t make no sense at all

It all ain’t nuthin’
sho’nuff it ain’t nuthin’
it don’t mean nuthin’ at all

Folks’ll disagree
they’ll tell you sumpin’ else
they’ll go and talk your ear off
folks’ll up’n laugh
they’ll say you’re out’yer mind
they’ll up’n laugh, but that’s all right

‘cause it don’t mean nuthin’
when there’s nuthin’ more to say
nuthin’ in the whole roun’ worl’
nuthin’ means nuthin’
ain’t dat sayin’ sumpin’
don’t dat make yo’ hair curl?

There ain’t no tellin’
sho’nuff I ain’t tellin’
don’t make no sense at all.

It all ain’t nuthin’
sho’nuff it ain’t nuthin’
it don’t mean nuthin’ at all
It all ain’t nuthin’
sho’nuff it ain’t nuthin’
it don’t mean nuthin’ at all.

It’s easy to find your piece of mind.
It’s easy to find what you left behind.
It’s all about positioning and global stance.
It’s all about fine etiquette and designer pants.

When you’re feeling lost,
when time has passed you by.
Remember that it’s easy if you try ...

This Japanese Schoolgirl Mapping Device
Japanese Schoolgirl Mapping Device
Japanese Schoolgirl Mapping Device
Mapping Device

So open up your book bag
And grab your sparkly gel pen
And your Tare-Panda notebook,
Right there beside your cell phone.

I want you please to write this down,
‘Cause every boy in every town
needs a Japanese Schoolgirl Mapping Device,
A Japanese Schoolgirl Mapping Device!

Japanese Schoolgirl Mapping Device
Japanese Schoolgirl Mapping Device
Japanese Schoolgirl Mapping Device
Mapping Device

We’re imperfect and it shows
That’s the way the universe grows
To accommodate beings like you and me
Happily being whoever we are

We’re imperfect that’s okay
I think I like us more this way
With expectations at an all-time low
We don’t need to try too hard

To get where we’re going
To get where we’re going
All this disinterest keeps us going
Anticipation for what’s growing
Unfinished business we keep throwing

Away, away
Pick up the pieces ‘cause we’re going
Away, away
Sort through the garbage looking for jewels
All day

Imperfect and we like it that way

We’re imperfect and it shows
(leaving behind reason and rhyme)
That’s the way the universe grows
(we compromise, we hypnotize)
To accommodate beings like you and me
Happily being whoever we are

We’re imperfect that’s okay
(wearing clichés, turning a phrase)
I think I like us more this way
(leaving behind this point in time)
With expectations at an all-time low
We don’t need to try too hard

To get where we’re going
To get where we’re going
All this disinterest keeps us going
Anticipation for what’s growing
Unfinished business we keep throwing

Away, away
Pick up the pieces ‘cause we’re going
Away, away
Sort through the garbage looking for jewels
All day

Imperfect and we like it that way

So long my friends.
It’s time for me to go.
I’m sorry I can’t stick around
to play another show.

I don’t know how to tell you this.
I’m driven to distraction,
and fading in the mist.

And it feels just like falling into quicksand.
So shouldn’t someone
break a branch from a tree,
And shouldn’t someone
hold it out with both their hands,
And shouldn’t someone try to rescue me.

The darkness always comes.
It happens every day.
So why should it be strange to feel
the edges start to fray.

It’s nothing new.
It always comes to this.
Driven to distraction,
and fading into mist.

And it feels just like falling down a rabbit hole,
where everything is curious and queer,
and nonsense is the only sense you understand,
and everyone regards you like you’re weird.

And it feels just like falling into quicksand.
And it feels just like fading into gray.
And it feels just like melting into water.
You rise out of yourself and float away.

Don’t worry.
It’s just a passing phase.
Eventually, it’s sure to go away.
I’m serious.
It’s just a passing phase.
Eventually, it’s sure to go away

But it feels just like falling into quicksand.
So shouldn’t someone
break a branch from a tree.
And shouldn’t someone
hold it out with both their hands.
And shouldn’t someone try to rescue me.