Stephin Merritt

You'd better go, or you'll be late for your train Right about now, your husband is raising Cain It's not psychosis, it's just fear But leave those roses here Maria, maria, maria Maria, maria, maria Will I only love you from afar? Like loving a cloud,

Just outside this window Blood might get on your shoes Please don't track it in though Thank you We've all read the news Outside, it's drums and trumpets But here, it's tea and crumpets Here at madam plum's Where everybody comes We watch the world de

I wish I had an orchestra behind me to show you how I feel well, the orchestra remains imaginary but this little ukulele's real I wish I had an orchestra behind me when you lose faith, an orchestra gives proof well, an orchestra can tell you pretty s

The Story Of The Mother - Stephin Merritt "Although my child has died," the mother said "that doesn't make him permanently dead. I must petition Death for his return." She made her way into the lands below. There was a rosebush there,

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when black waves break on the world you make the pieces go to poppyland wished-upon moonbeams and abandoned dreams they fall like snow on poppyland and when the bloom is off the rose, man poppyland is where it goes in the tame grey here, we all disap