Tekster:
Neutral Milk Hotel

Crawl across towards your window I'm calling softly from the street Always a lonely widow Half awake and sleeping on my feet I'm of age but have no children

Jeff: "This is a Phil Spector song.." I love how your eyes close Whenever you kiss me And when I'm away from you I love how you miss me I love the way

Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen makes babies to breathe With their hearts hanging open all over the sheets As soft as beets in some brown dresser

There are beads that wrap Around your knees that crackle into the dark Like a walk in the park like a hole in your head Like the feeling you get when

Your prettiness is seeping through Out from the dress I took from you, so pretty And my emptiness is swollen shut Always a wretch, I have become so empty

Growing sleepy as the rain falls As children draped in flowers form a chain They sing a song with jelly jars and bird calls As night falls into dust and

This song was recorded in Jeff's bedroom in Louisiana when he was 17 years of age. Some of the sounds featured are his sister playing piano, his mother

Sweet communist The communist daughter Standing on the seaweed water Semen stains the mountaintop Semen stains the mountaintop With coca leaves along

All I perceive is wasted and broken Silvery streams, sacred when spoken Slam into me and into the ditch of debris And you smoke in the park, you sleep