Laulunsanoja:
They Might Be Giants Long Tall Weekend

The few surviving samurai survey the battlefield Count the arms, the legs and heads and then divide by 5 Drenched in blood they move across the screen

No taxi could take you, No trains rolling by, No bicycle shop, No planes in the sky. Planes in the sky. Not a night spent in jail, Parrot on my arm,

batwings flow That's where all the frightmares go When the elephants die Wouldn't you like to try? Have you ever heard the blackbird's song? Summer days, all summer long

is still marching on This day will soon be at an end And now it's even sooner And now it's even sooner And now it's even sooner This day will soon be

Her burden of things walking out Her burden of things walking out On Earth my Nina On Earth my Nina God forbid a vaguer feat National hell mock me Say

Each night I lie awake Completely alone A voice is calling, and I tremble For it's not my own My own I can't ignore it Although I try The intrusive whisper

The Edison Museum, not open to the public Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above Folks drive in from out of town To gaze in amazement when they

Their name on the car radio But the signal keeps fading out no matter which way They go. I heard They Might Be somewhere in this town They Might Be Giants