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A Dirty Queen and the Coming Clean

by A Duck Named Ping

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1.
i can't remember the last time that i saw your car on the lot it was a history ago, but i used to see it a lot, i used to see it a lot and i don't recall that my tongue ever made it to the confessional but i swear i will confess i made this mess, i made this mess, then i left for greenwich i lost the time i lost your eyes i lost my mind i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry...that you're gone i didn't know it at the time, but there must have been some backspin on those last words of mine 'cause they're still ringing in my ears, every morning half past nine, every morning half past nine and i still honor your place at the table, even though right now i'm not able to sit next to you and talk it through, and talk it through i lost the time i lost your eyes i lost my mind i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry...that you're gone
2.
it's ironic that he met her first at the launderette he took his dirty whites to give them a bleaching and though i don't know quite what happened, joey said he never came away clean he came away with a queen, whom he loved 'til the guillotine took his head from his shoulders 'til it took his heart from the smoldering ashes of trust her poison still in his blood he prayed every day that one morning he might wake up without her inside him one morning he might wake up with a rainbow up over his bed the doctor says the epileptic seizures will still seize him and will give him some moments of peace and will give him a throne, and a robe, and a crown to be king
3.
just an act of blindness, fear, and little faith and then i'm lost amongst a multitude of breakfast skippers a lack of trust betrayed me to a knife, and now the ground is screaming out, the ground is screaming out still jenny was a deaf and couldn't hear she held me still then licked my ear and bursked me further, now i know that love means lies a lack of trust, and now i know that love means lies i used to have a face, i used to have a face i think i hid it from myself and then i lost its whereabouts and now i've lost its whereabouts i used to have a face, i used to have a face i think i hid it from myself and then i lost its whereabouts and now i've lost its whereabouts i found out that carlsberg was at the local pub, so i left to fill that sentimental ghost of a self that turns the tv on by habit, even when i'm feeling rabid, especially when i'm feeling rabid nights away from home i take the piss, i take your faithless kiss, then frame it in the front hallway i guess i'm still feeling lonely, i guess i'm still feeling lonely i used to have a face, i used to have a face i think i hid it from myself and then i lost its whereabouts and now i've lost its whereabouts i used to have a face, i used to have a face i think i hid it from myself and then i lost its whereabouts and now i've lost its whereabouts
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Like a Dove 03:30
cradle my heart like a baby, like a dove, and don't let it hit the floor, i've had it dropped before and i don't want to be another love story whore who plays the part, without reserve, with his whole heart, only to hear a funeral dirge when the other lover's fancy subsides don't take my face for granted, and don't spew time-dated words that expire at the year's end that expire at the year's end and when skin touches skin, keep the heat within, keep the heat within, keep it chained to the bedstand please don't let it run away, please don't let it run away don't let me be a novelty, just 'cause i'm naïve doesn't mean i can't see i don't want to be another name on a list, a thoughtless casualty
5.
grandiose words meant nothing to her she was on top of her game she was on a top of man with no teeth then jenny's eyes were opened she was no queen, she was no queen later at night she got down on her knees it was familiar positioning it was a different key that she sang to a man like none other she'd had she thought him just a mutt, like some holy slut there are some groanings too deep for words there are some groanings too deep for words from then she wore a pair of close-toed shoes and she stopped wearing her mouthguard to guard her lips from the bruises from the lonely evenings spent banging her dreams on the floorboards and, and the bedposts she told her best friend all and he started to cry he said the paradox was poignant that he hoped she could sleep at night that she could sleep with him that night, that night there are some groanings too deep for words there are some groanings too deep for words too deep for words too deep for words too deep for words too deep for words
6.
there's not a word i haven't heard, i've read it in a book before yeah i've looked through all these windows and nights come and go with subtlety and days stroll through so leisurely there's ten candles in every room for lighting and i feel a bit lonely in the tea room, it's so cozy and warm but i always wear my sweaters, and i'm doing alright, i'm doing just fine it's a tad on the cool side when the sun goes down, when the sun goes down and when the sun is around, when the sun is around and it's a bit like knowing all the roads and forgetting how to get home, how to get home and it's a bit like knowing all the roads and forgetting how to get home, how to get home rococo is a nice touch for a room in green that's lacking in identity i write one hour each night before i stoke the fire, hoping for a spark to jump the ashes and catch hold of me i'm in dire straights, just wait i lied 'cause i'm a bit lonely in the tea room, it's so cozy and warm but i always wear my corduroys, and i'm doing alright, i'm doing just fine it's a tad on the cool side when the sun goes down, when the sun goes down and when the sun is around, when the sun is around and it's a bit like knowing all the roads and forgetting how to get home, how to get home and it's a bit like knowing all the roads and forgetting how to get home, how to get home
7.
Cobblestones 02:53
set it up on three legs and take what you can 'cause you're never going to have us in the same room again i'm no astronaut, but is this cosmos in-between us just a waste of space? stumbling over cobblestones, the old man learns to live alone to toss and turn the light out when the cat is sleeping on her own and sorrow is a simple spouse to tease, take out your teethe, take out the trash several days too early some say you tango to the end because you tangle with your friends but if there's no-one left around you, let the funeral begin 'cause a day without another face is prelude to a mummification of memories it rests between a couple pages like a relic of some age submerged beneath a layer of dust, a part of me i can't cut off an anthology of all my mythologizings of you don't let this cup pass by my lips it's just a stumbling block i can't resist don't let this cup pass by my lips it's just a stumbling block i can't resist
8.
we don't have to live a lie to know that the truth is still haunting our lives we don't have to say goodbye to know that we're leaving each other's side and we don't have to take it lying down on the ground though i think that that might be the best way out tonight, tonight i think we've finally opened our eyes to what we've become i think the drinks before bedtime should tell us this day is done this day is done you don't have to be a telephone man to fall in love with long distances you don't have to be on your own to know what a lonely feeling is and you don't have to feel my skin and bones just know that's where your heart will always live, will always live i think we've finally opened our eyes to what we've become i think the drinks before bedtime should tell us this day is done this day is done
9.
doctor, heal these hardened shoulders they can't feel the weight of the world lying heavy between them like a boulder lies in front of a tomb restless, wondering who will untie us out of this knot it's not a problem to be solved but a love that can comprehend us all as we are don't run away, away it's a fear: the things i love never seem to stay she slakes her thirst and then i fall asleep and when i wake, everything is gone me less, and you more there's a world, there's a sad light keeping us somewhat straight i'm not awake, i'm not awake but you are a wonderful dream
10.
lost lips and a wayward kiss, and it was done don't know if it felt good or if it was fun it's just something that you do when the fire is gone and you're a lazy bum i wasn't there, i was reading about a widow-turned-harlot, and i was pulling out my hair, a lonely man stumbles up a hill and redemption isn't easy it takes sweat and blood and tears! it takes sweat and blood and tears!
11.
139 02:16
outside and inside, you see my face my good sides and bad sides and sides all around – you see me with grace whoo! you love me as i am. you love me as i am.

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released August 13, 2010

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