of Montreal en dix chansons

I'd like to introduce you now to Isabell Lam
Present owner of the Edward Lam Wax Museum
Daughter of the comedic duo Dorothy and Edward
Do you remember them?

They accomplished mild success
On the stages of the Vaudeville theaters
In Blackpool and in London
That was before the advent of Hollywood

When Vaudeville died
And people stopped going to see them
So they took out a loan and built a big wax museum
Inside of an old abandoned Vaudeville theater

It was about this time
That Dorothy gave birth to their only child
And named her Isabell

And from that day
They were so happy and gay, Momma, Papa
And their sweet and thoughtful treasured
Fair haired angel baby girl

Eventually a half a century passes
We see Edward in a wheelchair
Dorothy in granny glasses
And Isabell, the proud proprietor of the wax museum
Wax Museum

Isabell, would you like to tell about
The bell hidden inside your name?
Does it ring every time someone calls out Isabell?
Do you hear it when you run?
If it broke they'd yell out 'Isa' instead of Isabell
Until you fixed your bell

Nihilists with good imaginations

I am satisfied hiding in our friend's apartment
Only leaving once a day to buy some groceries
Daylight, I'm so absent minded, nighttime meeting new anxieties
So am I erasing myself? Hope I'm not erasing myself

I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a God
But which one, which one do I choose?
All the churches filled with losers, psycho or confused
I just want to hold the divine in mine
And forget, all of the beauty's wasted

Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant, say it
We fell back to earth like gravity's bitches, bitches
Physics makes us all its bitches

I guess it would be nice to help in your escape
From patterns your parents designed
All the party people dancing for the indie star
But he's the worst faker by far in the set
I forget, all of the beauty's wasted

I guess it would be nice
Show me that things can be nice
I guess it would be nice (You're trapped)
Show me that things can be nice

You've got my back in the city
You've got my back 'cause I don't want to panic
You've got my back in the city
You've got my back 'cause I don't want to panic

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Your mother hung herself in the National Theater
When she was four months pregnant with your sister
Who would have been thirteen years old today
Does that make you feel any less alone in the world?

Your dad, I'm sure, he tried his best
He thought you'd be better off living with your grandmother
He didn't realize that she had already given up
Baby, your family, they are just losers

I've become such a wolf around you
My thoughts go dark and dull, out of focus
Have no peace in my mind
Because you
You've touched me

The screech owls are going insane outside my house
It is the season for trouble and self destruction
All of my friends, they are falling apart
But not me, I'm in control

Remember the exquisite corpse that we created together
We laughed at the time, it seemed so impenetrable
But reading it now I think I understand
What it is that we are trying to steal from each other

I've become such a wolf around you
My thoughts go dark and dull, out of focus
Have no peace in my mind
Because you
You've touched me

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