Testo More Dead Than Alive - Daniel Johnston

Testo della canzone More Dead Than Alive (Daniel Johnston), tratta dall'album More Songs of Pain

He played the game
But he failed the test
But he remembers the wave of her hair
And the shape of her breasts
And he'll tell the world about it now
In a traveling show
Like some kind of circus
Like some kind of circus
Like a monkey in a zoo
More dead than alive
Total abandonment
That far away look
Where nothing seems to matter
And nothing seems to cook
But you know her, you love her
You gotta live without her
He said, "I can't live without her!"
She said, "Too bad about that"
And left with the undertaker
Now he just sits at the piano
Singing, "I'll never grow up
I'll never grow up"
More dead than alive
He said, "What a babe!
You oughta see her
I got a picture"
And he whipped out his wallet
He had a pathetic collage photo of himself and a fashion model
Really sad
Really sad
More dead than alive
Well, I climbed up a mountain
And I dug myself a grave
Don't you ever get tired?
Telling me to behave
And the wild wind, well, it's my slave
Takes me wherever I don't want to go
But it always blows me back again
But a wild wind, it's my friend
It always blows me back again
It was as if my skull was bare
And naked without a thought to share
Till blew one night this wild wind
And knocked me back alive again
And if I told you this was for real
That I'd been living against my will
Would you laugh and laughing say
"He's not being real that way"
More dead than alive
I pulled up a coffin
And I stepped in
I turned on the radio
And the record on the radio kept skipping, skipping
It said, "I pulled up a coffin
I pulled up a coffin
I pulled up a coffin"
I walked up to this psychological man
I said, "I got this problem about this coffin"
He said, "Here's some cough drops"
I said, "Please don't make such dumb jokes
This is art!
Or is it art?
Or is it smart?
Or is it just my heart?"
More dead than alive
Little girl, when all my tears have dried
Little girl, when everything was going great
Time to call out the in-crowd
Undead white zombie
More dead than alive
Well, he played that game
But he failed the test
But he remembers, he remembers
The wave of her hair
And the shape of her breasts
And he'll tell the world about it now
In a traveling show
Like some kind of circus
Like some kind of circus
Like some kind of circus
More dead than alive



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Writer(s): Daniel Johnston
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