A. Vandelay Walks in Rectangles - The Ted Mountainé Orchestra

Open up a window All the air, all the air is falling out Eyes vacuum up light Sound gets trapped by the mouth What to do with the remainder When the dents, the dents get hammered out Then we'll travel through time The world's an inventor with its work Crawling, running, squirming 'round Trees drop colorful fruits Directly into our mouths The world's an inventor We're the dirtiest thing it's thought about And we really don't mind We'll probably never get there Bring your sightseers, schoolteachers down It's a watercolor weekend All the trees are turning colors now We'll probably never get there Bring your candy taster time wasters around And we'll fuck with their minds The world composes With his shirttails wrinkled, hanging out Bang us together See what sort of sounds we make right now The world plays music Playing skin on teeth inside of the mouth What sort of sounds? What lovely sounds come about? We greased all the roads We're floating in the light We're gonna break these borders We're gonna move in time We greased all the roads We're floating in the light We're gonna break these borders We're gonna travel time We're gonna throw a party All the ghosts of trees are coming out Don't move in any direction Wait until the light's inside of the cloud You're gonna wanna see this Don't bring your camera around Watch sun and sawdust align We greased all the roads We're floating in the light We're gonna break these borders We're gonna pulse in time We greased all the roads We're floating in the light We're gonna break these borders We're gonna travel time Hold up a window All the air, all the air is falling out Eyes vacuum up light Sound gets trapped by the mouth Our predecessor left this box And something's clawing around I think it really wants out

The joke's on me and it ain't funny Everybody but me could see the punchline coming a mile away I've heard it so many times I can tell it to the T Believe me I could sell it all day It goes A guy walks into a bar, orders a drink Sees a girl that catches his eye Asks her if she wants another They fall for each other and end up lovers They laugh, cry, hold on tight, make it work for a little while Then one night, her taillights fade out into the dark And a guy walks into a bar I'd laugh too if my heart would let me Keeping it light will probably help to get me over you I'm walking, talking, drinking proof A cliché in a corner booth Ain't nothing new A guy walks into a bar, orders a drink Sees a girl that catches his eye Asks her if she wants another They fall for each other and end up lovers They laugh, cry, hold on tight, make it work for a little while Then one night her taillights fade out into the dark And a guy walks into a bar A guy walks into a bar, orders a drink Sees a girl that catches his eye Asks her if she wants another They fall for each other and end up lovers They laugh, cry, hold on tight, make it work for a little while Then one night, her taillights fade out into the dark And a guy walks into a bar A guy walks into a bar A guy walks into a bar

No more walks in the wood The trees have all been cut down And where once they stood Not even a wagon rut Appears along the path Low brush is taking over No more walks in the wood This is the aftermath Of afternoons in the clover fields Where we once made love Then wandered home together Where the trees arched above Where we made our own weather When branches were the sky Now they are gone for good And you, for ill, and I Am only a passer-by We and the trees and the way Back from the fields of play Lasted as long as we could No more walks in the wood