Pixies - In the Arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain

I'm not proud

But I know that I'm sane

Like a grouse

Who's resigned to the blade

If you doubt

And you think I'm profane

I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain

My memories are all fables

So I'm trying to get back to truth

And if you think I am able

Well, have I got some news for you

I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain

Hollywood

Yes its always the same

But it feels so damn good

So I know I'll be staying

No I'm not on the foot

I been trying to explain

I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain

I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain

I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain

Pixies - On Graveyard Hill

And when the moon grows smaller
Donna picks out a flower
Gives her a witchy power
There in the witching hour
In the witching hour

Donna's taking her potion
Eating all my devotion
Fucking up my emotion
In the witching hour
Donna picks her a flower
In the witching hour

On the graveyard hill
She's calling out her curse
I'm taking my last breath
With each chapter and each verse
And soon I will be killed

In the poisonous forest
Donna lights up her torches
Her eyes are flying saucers
Her hair is black and gorgeous

I see her down at the crossroads
She can lead you to madness
She's leading me into darkness
In the witching hour
In the witching hour
In the witching hour

On the graveyard hill
She's calling out her curse
I'm taking my last breath
With each chapter and each verse
And soon I will be killed

On the graveyard hill
She's calling out her curse
I'm taking my last breath
With each chapter and each verse
And soon I will be killed

And soon I will be killed

Pixies - St. Nazaire

Down at the rocks at St. Nazaire
I took a bottle and a fucking prayer
I washed out with the greasy tide
I went down on the Selkie bride

Look how he's dead and her eyes all black
Just smells like spliff and Armagnac
She lost her coat, but I like her style
She lost her head, but I like her smile

I'm all done talking to you, oh
And I don't wanna beat you, no
I'm all done talking to you

I took a bottle and a fucking prayer
Down at the rocks at St. Nazaire
Look how he's dead and her eyes all black
I washed down never coming back

I'm all done talking to you, oh
And I don't wanna beat you, no
I'm done with talking to you

I'm all done talking to you, oh
And I don't wanna beat you, no
I'm done with talking to you

Pixies - Long Rider

Have you seen my Desiree?
She rides the sea of silver gray
You'll find her at the end of summer's day

The waves were high and crystal clean
If I were you and you were me
We would do the same as Desiree
Just slay it

Long Rider in the morning tide
She took the highway to the county line
She wiped out in the modern sense
Take it away now

Long Rider in the morning tide
She took the highway to the county line
She wiped out in the modern sense
Take it away now

I believe in Miki Dora "Da Cat"
I believe in Whitey, Greenough and Nat
I believe in Leonard, Peanuts and Yan
I believe, I believe
I believe, I believe
I believe, I believe

Have you seen my Desiree?
She rides the wave of silver gray
Just slay it

Long rider in the morning tide
She took the highway to the county line
She wiped out in the modern sense
Take it away now

Long Rider in the morning tide
Took the highway to the county line
She wiped out in the modern sense
Take it away now

Long Rider in the morning tide
Took the highway to the county line
She wiped out in the modern sense
Just slay it