Cass McCombs - A Knock Upon the Door lyrics
[Cass McCombs - A Knock Upon the Door lyrics]
"Hell!" sang the young minstrel
"hang tightly to your purses!
Bitter winter on this blonde
City and utter curses!"
The song ended and the onlookers did roar
Were I sincere, you bet I’d hear
A knock upon the door
"Hell!" went the Muse, intent
"you take me for granted!
You’ve made me a harlot, if I may be candid!"
The label dropped her
Not before they shopped her in a bidding war
Were I sincere, you bet I’d hear
A knock upon the door
The tired minstrel, leaving town
Heard the Muse’s weeping
He turned up the Elvis tape in his grey car
Creeping "Sex and Death! Was I not the
Breadth among the two?" she poured
"Were you sincere, I bet you’d hear
My knock upon your door!"
He said, "Dear Muse
Come here! Need a lift somewhere?
You’ve got the wrong man
I was only kidding back there
I worship you! Forgive me for
Behaving like such a boor
I am sincere: I hope to hear
Your knock upon my door!"
"The Causeless Cause of Flawless Flaws has
Video on you" She scorned
"Evidence, in none defense, should
I have you burned, deformed
Hey! Hell is real and so will be your sores!
Heck with sincere, hark, I hear
A knock upon the door"
The derisive Muse said, "your
Therapy isn’t working, is it?"
Memphis huckster-Hitler hustler! Aren’t you
A Clear yet?
Always brooding the meaning of sex
Pretending to be poor
Klock is here! Hark, I hear
A knock upon the door"
His head throbbed under her voice
Ubiquitous and soft
Beads streamed from his hair
Soaking his black t-shirt’s cloth
Gut feeling was to leave her
Words on the cutting-room floor
He thought, "If I stay here, I’ll never hear
That knock upon the door"
Muse, exhausted, peered the accosted
Her hand on her abdomen
A human voice to her songs
She could not condemn
Because of a communion they had had of yore
The blessed day is near, soon they’ll hear
A knock upon the door
"hang tightly to your purses!
Bitter winter on this blonde
City and utter curses!"
The song ended and the onlookers did roar
Were I sincere, you bet I’d hear
A knock upon the door
"Hell!" went the Muse, intent
"you take me for granted!
You’ve made me a harlot, if I may be candid!"
The label dropped her
Not before they shopped her in a bidding war
Were I sincere, you bet I’d hear
A knock upon the door
The tired minstrel, leaving town
Heard the Muse’s weeping
He turned up the Elvis tape in his grey car
Creeping "Sex and Death! Was I not the
Breadth among the two?" she poured
"Were you sincere, I bet you’d hear
My knock upon your door!"
He said, "Dear Muse
Come here! Need a lift somewhere?
You’ve got the wrong man
I was only kidding back there
I worship you! Forgive me for
Behaving like such a boor
I am sincere: I hope to hear
Your knock upon my door!"
"The Causeless Cause of Flawless Flaws has
Video on you" She scorned
"Evidence, in none defense, should
I have you burned, deformed
Hey! Hell is real and so will be your sores!
Heck with sincere, hark, I hear
A knock upon the door"
The derisive Muse said, "your
Therapy isn’t working, is it?"
Memphis huckster-Hitler hustler! Aren’t you
A Clear yet?
Always brooding the meaning of sex
Pretending to be poor
Klock is here! Hark, I hear
A knock upon the door"
His head throbbed under her voice
Ubiquitous and soft
Beads streamed from his hair
Soaking his black t-shirt’s cloth
Gut feeling was to leave her
Words on the cutting-room floor
He thought, "If I stay here, I’ll never hear
That knock upon the door"
Muse, exhausted, peered the accosted
Her hand on her abdomen
A human voice to her songs
She could not condemn
Because of a communion they had had of yore
The blessed day is near, soon they’ll hear
A knock upon the door