Song Description
A sparkly, 3/4 time song with cool bits of slide guitar and acoustic guitar and bass carrying the tune. The snappy tempo and hooky chorus are a funny combination with the death/heartache lyrics. The result is almost funny.
| Song Length |
3:38 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Affable, Content |
Subject |
Telephone, Meat |
| Similar Artists |
Tori Amos, Sarah Mclachlan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
There is no easy surgery for this.
You won't wake up neatly stitched.
You have to break it off and burn it shut,
half the arrow still in your chest.
When you put your arms around someone else, it will not curve, but tap at your bone and flirt with your softer parts.
Cupid's shooting with evil, rusty darts
doesn't know he's being cruel, just
hunting for sport.
Leaving us littered like buffalo.
On the prarie, I'm down there dying
watching clouds.
They look like my dog, my pillow, my teapot
my frown, until I'm ready to spin up in a wisp
because I can't get up and walk away like this
but if I lay here and collect the clouds back I can make a heart out of nothing.
A clean, steam pump steeping details
having dumped the valves of stone in Cupid's
bloody, pudgy hands I can
travel light, travel light.
Cupid's shooting with evil, rusty darts
doesn't know he's being cruel, just
hunting for sport.
Leaving us littered like buffalo.
Leaving us littered like buffalo,
my teapot, my pillow, my God, my God,
Oh my God.