Cass McCombs - Mystery Mail lyrics
[Cass McCombs - Mystery Mail lyrics]
Mystery Mail
It read: "I hope this finds you well"
To no avail you tipped the scale
Now I'll see you in hell
Sailing over this story's arc
A cardboard box that missed it's mark
Like a comet seen at dusk
Like the Mayan twins born of the husk
We were raised and flew at
The very same height
But feel individually from our flight
I knew Daniel since high school in Benicia
He sold cookies from his parents' freezer
But were we ever really ever close?
Now Daniel's gone and I'm his ghost
He went north and I went east
We had a plan - or an idea, at least
From his cousin's lab in Crescent City
Daniel packaged two pounds
For speedy delivery
USPS to Greenpoint, Brooklyn
Every gram sold while his cousin kept cooking
Successfully, this went on
For, oh, I don't know how long
One day I turned the corner onto India St
I must have turned white as a sheet
Three policemen were standing on my stoop
Talking to my girlfriend, Betty Boop
I turned around never to see Betty again
I'm sorry, Betty, I hope you understand
I assumed they got to Daniel first
In this line of work you
Come to expect the worse some time later
The smirk was wiped from my smile
I was arrested for hopping a turnstile
Bones had told the warrant
Cleared after eight years so, naturally
On my court date I failed to appear
Eventually, the cardboard comet had to fall
I took a walk down the long hall
The first thing I did from my cell
Was write a letter in search of Daniel
Daniel was indeed inside the lion's den
Not the only Lionkiller in
A California Sate Penn
Daniel wrote me back in a matter of days
No mention of whether or not crime pays
He wrote: "You wouldn't recognize me anymore"
"I bet you'd rather be back
Cleaning toilets in Baltimore"
"I'll never make it out of this cell"
"I guess the next time you see
Me will be in Hell"
The letters stopped rollin in
I heard Daniel was stabbed
With a ballpoint pen
About sixty times by his cellmate, Charles
Now people talk about immortalizing
Him in marble
Not everybody should be made a saint
Mystery Mail
It read: "I hope this finds you well"
To no avail you tipped the scale
Now I'll see you in Hell
It read: "I hope this finds you well"
To no avail you tipped the scale
Now I'll see you in hell
Sailing over this story's arc
A cardboard box that missed it's mark
Like a comet seen at dusk
Like the Mayan twins born of the husk
We were raised and flew at
The very same height
But feel individually from our flight
I knew Daniel since high school in Benicia
He sold cookies from his parents' freezer
But were we ever really ever close?
Now Daniel's gone and I'm his ghost
He went north and I went east
We had a plan - or an idea, at least
From his cousin's lab in Crescent City
Daniel packaged two pounds
For speedy delivery
USPS to Greenpoint, Brooklyn
Every gram sold while his cousin kept cooking
Successfully, this went on
For, oh, I don't know how long
One day I turned the corner onto India St
I must have turned white as a sheet
Three policemen were standing on my stoop
Talking to my girlfriend, Betty Boop
I turned around never to see Betty again
I'm sorry, Betty, I hope you understand
I assumed they got to Daniel first
In this line of work you
Come to expect the worse some time later
The smirk was wiped from my smile
I was arrested for hopping a turnstile
Bones had told the warrant
Cleared after eight years so, naturally
On my court date I failed to appear
Eventually, the cardboard comet had to fall
I took a walk down the long hall
The first thing I did from my cell
Was write a letter in search of Daniel
Daniel was indeed inside the lion's den
Not the only Lionkiller in
A California Sate Penn
Daniel wrote me back in a matter of days
No mention of whether or not crime pays
He wrote: "You wouldn't recognize me anymore"
"I bet you'd rather be back
Cleaning toilets in Baltimore"
"I'll never make it out of this cell"
"I guess the next time you see
Me will be in Hell"
The letters stopped rollin in
I heard Daniel was stabbed
With a ballpoint pen
About sixty times by his cellmate, Charles
Now people talk about immortalizing
Him in marble
Not everybody should be made a saint
Mystery Mail
It read: "I hope this finds you well"
To no avail you tipped the scale
Now I'll see you in Hell