fragments, 1/10/03

12:33 a.m.

The material world works;
the immaterial world rests.

4:12 p.m.

Music lives in its own dimension.
Poetry is its parallel reality.
Poetry is sound made flesh.

If You Love Somebody, Better Set Them on Fire

Know that I would be untrue
Know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
I didn't set your house on fire
But it's just the way I am
Have to take it for a fact
Life can really burn you up
When you're a pyromaniac

So if you love somebody
Better set them on fire

I went to your house last night
Dad called me the human torch
Got a little pissed at him
So I burned down your front porch
Now I feel a little bad
About throwing gas on your dad
But you know it's hard to quit
And besides he started it

I just bought a brand new lighter
And I just can't wait to use it
With a can of kerosene
It's lots of fun--you can't refuse it
Oily rags are special things
Know to me they're diamond rings
Maybe we can have some fun
Maybe we can burn someone

So if you love somebody
Better set them on fire

Know that I would be untrue
Know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
I didn't set your dad on fire

If you love somebody
Better set them on fire
If you love somebody, why not
Set them on fire

If you love somebody
Better set them on fire
If you love somebody, why not
Set them on fire

--Dead Milkmen, from their album Metaphysical Graffiti