i’m fog out of the city

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by Say Hi To Your Mom

In the spirit of Halloween (which I hope is this evening, or else there are a lot of kids coming to my door as part of an elaborate rouse to stake this place out), I have posted a sort of haunting little melody. This song sounds to me like what would happen if the Moldy Peaches and the Postal Service got together and had a clumsy, charming, doe-eyed little Zoey Deschanel of a musical baby.

(If you watch Bob’s Burgers, then you’ll appreciate the following observation: the singer sounds a lot like Lois Belcher.)

 

You think the birds are pretty
and you sleep eight hours a night.
And I’m fog, out of the city,
and still you stake it all.
And trains stop for you and so do the boys,
when you run your fingers through your hair.
But resistance is futile.

And I am gonna drink your blood.
And I am gonna drink your blood.
And I am gonna drink your blood.
And I am gonna drink your blood.

Just breathe, and mouth “goodbye.”
If you want, I’ll give you eternal life.
Well, not so much life,
but have you ever seen a good zombie movie?
Well, like that, but you’ll be smarter
and you’ll stay twenty-three.

And I am gonna drink your blood.
And I just wanna drink your blood.
And I am gonna drink your blood.
And I just wanna drink your blood.

And I am gonna drink your blood.
And I am gonna drink your blood.
And I am gonna drink your blood.
And I am gonna drink your blood.

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