More songs by Bill Callahan
Description
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Chris Shaw
Mastering Engineer: Paul Gold
Composer, Lyricist: Bill Callahan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Driving through the dark.
Arriving in the rain.
To sing my songs all over again.
And then eat my dinner cold.
On a couch vile and old.
In a very green room.
An old friend didn't show.
And now there's nowhere for this feeling to go.
And no one for my little heart to hold.
You can't bottle the power that surges through you up here, you know.
Surging.
Watch your ear, Van Gogh.
Tarot the workflow, take in the tableau.
Oh, why do men sing?
Why do men sing?
It's a funny thing.
Why, why, why, why.
Why, why, why do men sing?
Yeah, why do men sing?
Why do men sing? Why do men sing?
Like leather and rings, tell me why, why, why do men sing?
Now listen to this.
I had a bad dream that I was-a gonna die.
My spirit guide came and showed me where to hide.
I was terrified.
And then I peeked back outside.
Lou Reed was waiting for me, all dressed in white.
I said, "But Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou. Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou,
Lou.
What is this place that you took me to? Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou,
Lou.
What is this place that you took me to? "
He looked me deep in the eye and gave me that warm handshake.
He said, "It's cool, baby. Just got to let it ride.
It's cool, little mama.
Let it ride, let it ride, let it ride, let it ride, let it ride, let it ride, let it ride, let it ride, let it ride, let it ride.
" Into a dwarf star or a black hole or someone else's soul.
Oh.
Why do men sing?
Why do men sing?
Just your king. Tell me why, why, why do men sing?
Why do men sing?
Why do men sing? Did they say the wrong things?
Tell me why. Tell me why do men sing.
Yeah, why do men sing?
Why do men sing?
Tell me why.
Tell me why.
Tell me why, why, why do men sing?