Lyrics by Jupiter Davidson
Marry Me, Princess of Orange
Dear Princess
My mitochondrial DNA is really common where you were born
What do you think about that
Would you marry
A homosexual with mental illness if he had a meta-verse world that your children could inherit
And be an emperor of two entirely different worlds
Can you fathom
A life of middle class country food and American cable tv
Or we can go all over the world
I dig all kinds of things
I like to know, I like to explore, I like to dig
I’d like to do things good for me
My track record hasn’t proven very good
But I’ll do better
If you will ask
Your mom and dad what they think of what I ask
Cuz if you do
Marry me
Maybe we will be happy for a little while
My mitochondrial DNA is really common where you were born
What do you think about that
Would you marry
A homosexual with mental illness if he had a meta-verse world that your children could inherit
And be an emperor of two entirely different worlds
Can you fathom
A life of middle class country food and American cable tv
Or we can go all over the world
I dig all kinds of things
I like to know, I like to explore, I like to dig
I’d like to do things good for me
My track record hasn’t proven very good
But I’ll do better
If you will ask
Your mom and dad what they think of what I ask
Cuz if you do
Marry me
Maybe we will be happy for a little while
Tea
I’ll just sip some tea and ponder endlessly
About reality and vanity and everything that possibly could be
Why my beauty has faded although I hear spring is near
It’s warming up, but I’m starting to fear
the man with the sickle
Oh god I’m so fickle
I’ve gone down every path
Upon the occidental half
Maybe I’ll sample the eastern books now
Though meditation’s always been such a bore
I appreciate the roar
Of infinity
Chaos is where it’s at
If you are looking for one last act
Imagination is a beast
That tends to ruin wedding feasts
I pray that we all get a break
Not to the man lifted up there like the snake
Unless he can take it to the one
That was before time had begun
About reality and vanity and everything that possibly could be
Why my beauty has faded although I hear spring is near
It’s warming up, but I’m starting to fear
the man with the sickle
Oh god I’m so fickle
I’ve gone down every path
Upon the occidental half
Maybe I’ll sample the eastern books now
Though meditation’s always been such a bore
I appreciate the roar
Of infinity
Chaos is where it’s at
If you are looking for one last act
Imagination is a beast
That tends to ruin wedding feasts
I pray that we all get a break
Not to the man lifted up there like the snake
Unless he can take it to the one
That was before time had begun
Drink Until
Here’s to life when your existence gets too big
Let it flow like water under a bridge
Here’s to life and your insatiable tastes
That keep your mind floating somewhere out in space
Put down the needle, throw away the straw
We won’t have to worry if they call the law
Let’s get some whiskey, I’ll provide the chase
Put on some music and turn up the bass
Let’s pretend we’re seventeen again
It’s just too bad we’re what’s left of our friends
Maybe we’ll get to see them again one day
I wouldn’t count on it but there could be a way
But for now let’s forget all of our woes
Crack open the bottle and let the liquor flow
It doesn’t matter who you know
As long as you enjoy the show
Drink until we forget what was bad
Drink until we forget how to be sad
Drink until we’re smiling ear to ear
Drink until it saves us from our fears
Drink until our livers start to fail
Drink until we spend the night in jail
Drink until we wake up in our puke
Drink until we forget our youth
Drink until we don’t know who we are
Drink until they close the last bar
Drink until we take our last breath
Drink until we drink ourselves to death
Let it flow like water under a bridge
Here’s to life and your insatiable tastes
That keep your mind floating somewhere out in space
Put down the needle, throw away the straw
We won’t have to worry if they call the law
Let’s get some whiskey, I’ll provide the chase
Put on some music and turn up the bass
Let’s pretend we’re seventeen again
It’s just too bad we’re what’s left of our friends
Maybe we’ll get to see them again one day
I wouldn’t count on it but there could be a way
But for now let’s forget all of our woes
Crack open the bottle and let the liquor flow
It doesn’t matter who you know
As long as you enjoy the show
Drink until we forget what was bad
Drink until we forget how to be sad
Drink until we’re smiling ear to ear
Drink until it saves us from our fears
Drink until our livers start to fail
Drink until we spend the night in jail
Drink until we wake up in our puke
Drink until we forget our youth
Drink until we don’t know who we are
Drink until they close the last bar
Drink until we take our last breath
Drink until we drink ourselves to death
