“Coconut Skins” by Damien Rice
(this guy is lovely. See also here. Another of my favorites)
You can hold her hand
And show her how you cry
Explain to her your weakness
So she understands
And then roll over and die
You can brave decisions
Before you crumble up inside
Spend your time asking everyone else’s permission
Then run away and hide
Or you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you’re doing or waiting for
But if anyone should ask
Tell them I’ve been licking coconut skins
And we’ve been hanging out
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
La la la la la la la…
Oh you can hold her eggs
But your basket has a hole
You can lie between her legs and go looking for
Tell her you’re searching for her soul
You can wait for ages
Watch your compost turn to coal
Time is contagious
Everybody’s getting old
So you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you’re doing or looking for
But if anyone should ask
Tell them I’ve been cooking coconut skins
And we’ve been hanging out
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
La la la la la la la…
