Misery loves company
And company loves more
Oh my god, I have to get more tea.
Ahhhh
We should do a whole film score that's just that.
Oh, Charlotte, I never thought I would be recording this one. I think it's been on YouTube for ages. Oh, this one is old. Besides Madgirl, this is probably the oldest. First time I performed this was, uh, yeah, I think I've actually, I've performed Charlotte on most of the shows during the Enchant era, which is strange, but I, um, no, it was the first time I performed it. Were you there for that? No, the first time I performed it was on, it was at the Lesbian Bar on Halstead, I think. Yeah, just me and Cello and, uh, harpsichord. It was good. Of course. Yeah. No, no, not because of that, but it was good. Okay, ready?
She's locked up with a spinning wheel
She can't recall what it was like to feel
She says, “This man's gonna be-
oh, shit.
It's always the songs that you've sung the most that you cannot remember the words to anymore. It's like you, you tell your brain, oh, I know this one, so it checks off. And of course you don't. Anyway, I need to get some more tea. We'll come back to this.
She's locked up with a spinning wheel
She can't recall what it was like to feel
She says, “This room's gonna be my grave
And there is no one who can save me”
Ahhhhh.
Sounds like a grasshopper.
If I am Lolita, then you are a criminal
And you should be-
I'm nowhere near drunk enough to sing this one right now. Can we come back to this? Yeah, this one messes me up. Okay, I'm going to go get some tea. We'll come back to this, yes?
The art of suicide
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid.
Do you remember the last time you heard a song with the word ankles in it? Because I cannot think of one. Oh my god. Actually, I take that on as a personal challenge. No, that's wrong, I give it to you as a personal challenge. You find me that song that says ankles and you get a prize. And that is for me to stop being annoying. Alright, deal. Done. Good. No, I said good. Alright, let's make a fucking record. Yes.
Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar! Revenge!
It's a good thing my family is dead because they'd probably be pretty freaked out by that.
But bloody fuckers, it feels good.
Ahhhh. There's some crazy shit in your throat if you just figure out now when can we start singing chords. Monk-like? Yeah. Ahhh. Wow. Now I'm going to become the most irritating person in the world.
Will people ever know how much tea it took to make a Opheliac? Will anybody care? I don't even know if anyone's going to ever, ever, ever hear this. Ah.
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