Caleb says this is the most Oingo Boingo song we've ever done, lmao. when it's just the two of us, we're Can't Words. When it's us and Mike, we're Genre Fiction. For Caleb's stuff, check out caleboliverlowrey and locutusofkorg. Lyrics follow:
ingredients, my love, i list
for that which will protect us;
mix with care and hopeless wist
and all the world's correctness.
sticks and stones and hand-carved bones
and names of those who've hurt you;
stolen trails and homeless snails
and frozen breath and virtue
wasted tears, unfounded fears,
and tails of hairless mice;
bottled ships and ill-timed quips
and Holy Mary's vice
eyeless dolls and casket palls
and ancient air from caves;
sunlit dust and broken trust
and nines and threes of staves
(inst)
ingredients, my love, i list
for that which will protect us;
mix with care and hopeless wist
and all the world's correctness.
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static shocks and backwards clocks
and snow-song from the tracks;
lockless keys and silent trees
recorded on lost wax
rusty hooks and musty books
and closets full of papers;
nixie lights and pixie blights
and cases of the vapours
faults of friends, a scratchy lens,
and princesses in amber;
close-parens and teeth of hens,
the concave of a camber
ingredients, my love, i list
for that which will protect us;
mix with care and hopeless wist
and all the world's correctness.
