Jenny Lyrics
Of our southwestern ranch-style house
On a new Kawasaki
All yellow and black
Fresh out of the showroom
Our house faced west
So the big orange sun
Positioned at your back
Lit up your magnificent silhouette
How much better, how much better can my life get?
900 cubic centimeters of raw, whining power
No outstanding warrants for my arrest
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
The pirate's life for me
I hopped on back of the bike
Wrapped my arms around you
And I sank my face into your hair
And then I inhaled as deeply as I possibly could
You were as sweet and delicious as the warm desert air
And you pointed your headlamp toward the horizon
We were the one thing in the galaxy
God didn't have his eyes on
900 cc's of raw, whining power
No outstanding warrants for my arrest
Hi diddle dee dee, goddamn
The pirate's life for me
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John Darnielle before playing this song at the Bowery Ballroom in New York, NY on October 1, 2006:
“You know, people are always saying to each other, they say, ‘You’re the only thing that’s important in my life.’ Saying this to each other all the time. But then sometimes you may meet a couple of people and when you see them, you know that when they say that to each other, that’s exactly what you mean. You should guard your wallets around these sorts of people. They don’t really care about the things that are out of their immediate sphere, and their immediate sphere is definable by the distance between one another’s eyes. This song is sung from the perspective of one such person in such a duality. It takes place in Texas.”
- 4.Jenny
- 5.Fault Lines
- 6.Balance
- 11.Distant Stations
- 12.Blues in Dallas
- 13.Source Decay
