Lyrics:
The following are excerpts from handwritten notes discovered
Secreted in a hidden alcove in the west wing
Of the Phillips-Ervin Museum, London,
to the Museum of the Moving Image
In Queens i've suggested it because I
Know Ocean's love of movies
Is so engulfing that
They've become a part of his vocabulary
And hinted at
The possibility of another reality altogether
There was nothing else to do
But sit down and listen
The museum was closed and I was
Tip-toeing
Memphis rivers from me.
But did you ever really try
To peel away the sky
Neither did I
The master bedroom its shutters hanging
It's no museum it's
things
Like velociraptor's jaw
Or archaeopteryx's wing
And all the kids
Who wanna see 'em
Are lining up
At our museum
I am a paleontologist
That's who I
No, that one's Jerry Seinfeld
That one's John Lennon there
No, the Dakota
The San Remo is up a few blocks
Have you been inside the Museum?
We
Roman holiday
We're all rainy anyway
She said, "Please
Think the best of him
Please
Think the best of me"
There are police
In the museum
Roman
only as RINGMASTER
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum
Thousands of dead souls covered in wax
All of the rare exhibits you are
Everything about me makes me crazy
Standing in a museum, mad and naked
Everything about me makes me jaded
Pushing out a car on your own is crazy
Now
I füuh mi wienes Kunstwärch imene Museum
Es Portrait hinger Glas
Sit du nüm da bisch bini nümme meh
Aui luege mi
Es chunt mir vor wiene Troum
Maar die blikken in je oog
Houden mijn hoofd hoog
Want je bent gemaakt met de juiste kwast
Ik heb een museum in mijn
Bed en daar hoor jij
Jij moet de
wie aus ei'm Museum
Das Geschäft bleibt immer in
Bewegung, ich glaub', wir verstehen uns
Sie will wissen wo ich bin, mein
Handy auf stumm, sie weiß
Ich
of patents that go up in the museum
All type of baddies that been stroking on my ego
I need all type of bags, I get into what I’m into
Yea
[Verse]
You get
of patents that go up in the museum
All type of baddies that been stroking on my ego
I need all type of bags, I get into what I’m into
Yea
[Verse]
You get
of patents that go up in the museum
All type of baddies that been stroking on my ego
I need all type of bags, I get into what I’m into
Yea
[Verse]
You get
A giant comedy, with museums, and movies with Hedi
The routines of the young millionaires
I will stand on the hill, apolitical still
In the name
To boldly clap
In a room full of nothing
You never know
It could be one of those
Poignant evenings
Museum's locked
And it's long since past
To boldly clap
In a room full of nothing
You never know
It could be one of those
Poignant evenings
Museum's locked
And it's long since past
the museum's fainting
Well I myself have got froth on my lips
It's delicious lady, won't you have a sip?
I'm yours, and you
You're mine and that's
That's
Gone with the wild wind
Like it was a dream
Preserved now for all to see
Like nothing you've ever seen
Right this way
To the Museum of Love
Poppa sings this song
"Archaeology's done me wrong"
The British Museum's got my head
Most unfortunate 'cause I ain't dead
Rock with the caveman
(Rock
A muse musing in a museum.
What's the use of looking if you don't see 'em?
Always just that bit behind glass,
Always just that bit behind glass
really want no part of it
I would rather take another hit
Spend my day at the museum
All alone it's so peaceful in this room
Kinda wish if I can
a museum
You can hurt me but I'll fight back
I'll rearrange the shadows and the light
'Til the colors turn to black
'Til my broken heart
Is a work of art
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