Schäffer the Darklord - A David Lynch Movie lyrics
[Schäffer the Darklord - A David Lynch Movie lyrics]
I come from a small town
But it's filled with secrets
Happy like a sad clown
Deeply steeped in regret
Headlights, yellow line flying on the highway
Stoplight swinging in the night
Guiding my way, I say
Half of that which happens seems absurd
Motif's in the imagery
Taunting me like fire and birds
Words seem so strange when isolated
Juxtaposed and repeated by a creeper and I
Meet a lot of those
I'm in a smoky room, sweating out of control
A jazz record crackles at me
Through an old Victrola
She's thereand I get the feeling somehow
That I've never really known her
At least not until now
Then she's gone, and I know she's gone
I'm somewhere
That the air is filled with brushes
Gently touching on a snare
And a saxophone wails out
It cries like it longs
For the man who used to play it
But we all know he's gone
And the woman, Silent Lilly
Sings a sad Spanish song
A suave man croons into a
Work lamp and it's on
And the radio blares across the desert and on
Could this really be? (ho)
Or was it all a dream?
Is there any meaning in
Between these creepy scenes?
I just shrug and scratchy my head, I guess
(ho) I'm always left with guesses
None' the people that I meet
Can seem to answer questions
There are very long pauses in
The dialog and I spy a very pretty girl
I'm pretty sure she's gonna die
It's like it's night time, all the time
Shadows so fast
My life's a David Lynch movie
In which I've been cast
Everybody swears a lot, everybody smokes
Everybody speaks in code
I never get their jokes
I am on the wrong side of Lincoln
Man these people got demons
The men don't have eyebrows
The women are screamin'
I take a chicken-walk down to the diner
Cuz if Isabella's in this picture
I'mma find her there is a little man
And he's scarily dancin'
But he doesn't bother Jack Nance
Or Harry Dean Stanton
Laura Dern is concerned something will
Make her dead quick
I'm crying like the baby in Eraserhead
Sick! Nick Cage is in snakeskin
He howls at the moon
I'd mention spice and sand
But I never made it through Dune
We hear Llorando at Silencio
But there's no applause
What's with all these references
To Wizard of Oz? Badalamenti is haunting me
Robert Loggia is trippin'
I am not an animal! Pabst Blue Ribbon!
There's man in back of this place
His face is all rotten
We got a fresh pot of coffee
We got Kyle MacLachlan
And I'll see you in the morning son
Cue the Roy Orbison
Could this really be? (ho)
Or was it all a dream?
Is there any meaning in
Between these creepy scenes?
I just shrug and scratchy my head, I guess
(ho) I'm always left with guesses
None' the people that I meet
Can seem to answer questions
There are very long pauses in
The dialog and I spy a very pretty girl
I'm pretty sure she's gonna die
It's like it's night time, all the time
Get in the car
My life's a David Lynch movie
In which I'm the star
But it's filled with secrets
Happy like a sad clown
Deeply steeped in regret
Headlights, yellow line flying on the highway
Stoplight swinging in the night
Guiding my way, I say
Half of that which happens seems absurd
Motif's in the imagery
Taunting me like fire and birds
Words seem so strange when isolated
Juxtaposed and repeated by a creeper and I
Meet a lot of those
I'm in a smoky room, sweating out of control
A jazz record crackles at me
Through an old Victrola
She's thereand I get the feeling somehow
That I've never really known her
At least not until now
Then she's gone, and I know she's gone
I'm somewhere
That the air is filled with brushes
Gently touching on a snare
And a saxophone wails out
It cries like it longs
For the man who used to play it
But we all know he's gone
And the woman, Silent Lilly
Sings a sad Spanish song
A suave man croons into a
Work lamp and it's on
And the radio blares across the desert and on
Could this really be? (ho)
Or was it all a dream?
Is there any meaning in
Between these creepy scenes?
I just shrug and scratchy my head, I guess
(ho) I'm always left with guesses
None' the people that I meet
Can seem to answer questions
There are very long pauses in
The dialog and I spy a very pretty girl
I'm pretty sure she's gonna die
It's like it's night time, all the time
Shadows so fast
My life's a David Lynch movie
In which I've been cast
Everybody swears a lot, everybody smokes
Everybody speaks in code
I never get their jokes
I am on the wrong side of Lincoln
Man these people got demons
The men don't have eyebrows
The women are screamin'
I take a chicken-walk down to the diner
Cuz if Isabella's in this picture
I'mma find her there is a little man
And he's scarily dancin'
But he doesn't bother Jack Nance
Or Harry Dean Stanton
Laura Dern is concerned something will
Make her dead quick
I'm crying like the baby in Eraserhead
Sick! Nick Cage is in snakeskin
He howls at the moon
I'd mention spice and sand
But I never made it through Dune
We hear Llorando at Silencio
But there's no applause
What's with all these references
To Wizard of Oz? Badalamenti is haunting me
Robert Loggia is trippin'
I am not an animal! Pabst Blue Ribbon!
There's man in back of this place
His face is all rotten
We got a fresh pot of coffee
We got Kyle MacLachlan
And I'll see you in the morning son
Cue the Roy Orbison
Could this really be? (ho)
Or was it all a dream?
Is there any meaning in
Between these creepy scenes?
I just shrug and scratchy my head, I guess
(ho) I'm always left with guesses
None' the people that I meet
Can seem to answer questions
There are very long pauses in
The dialog and I spy a very pretty girl
I'm pretty sure she's gonna die
It's like it's night time, all the time
Get in the car
My life's a David Lynch movie
In which I'm the star