Letras:
The Fiery Furnaces Blueberry Boat

ain't never getting the cargo of my blueberry boat. --It's sad and it's cold at the bottom of the sea but at least I got my blueberries with me.

I hate the steam train that whistles woozy my bird brain That sends my spaniel insane And I?ll stop riding sidesaddle if they don?t stop the clickity

Later at lunch with the taco lettuce crunch crunch She sets herself apart the bunch How bad does she seem She makes me wanna scream On the phone with

I kicked my dog I was mean to him before I guess that?s why he walked out my door I really wish I could see him some more I looked under the mats and

At last when the choice was neither/nor Bottom of the bay we?re set ashore Went into town beg what we lack Two hundred stripes on horseback Wearing

I was eighteen years old, just a research volunteer I walked home from the TCBY each night with no fear One particular starry eleven o?clock, I went

Catamaran Man You?re my cousin You?re my blood You?re ten feet tall And tan from the sun After sailing all day You sleep in your car Throw the cushions