the most unwieldy lyrics, wedded to the catchiest/prettiest/most appealing melodies

"My dear friend Giorgio
How has this time Breton discouraged your liaison
With the eye-styled metaphysical incongruous scenarios?"

-- 10,000 Maniacs, "Poor De Chirico"

"Here are two gentlemen
and a lady
contemplating a length of dug-up pipeline.

Figure B.
Illustrates
the assertion -
'ambiguity can't be measured like a change of temperature'

Figure C consists of
a list of
assorted equipage.
A gentleman imagines how the
items on the
list would look if
only part exhumed.

(He thinks they wouldn't look unlike a length of pipe).

'When you remove a rung
from a ladder,
The whole is suddenly part, the part is whole.
But the hue
and temperature
of a pipeline
are ineluctably parts. Without the pipeline they would cease to be.'

'Anything you care to mention
of three dimensions
(like a length of pipe)
in a certain light
may be seen as the
projection or the shadow of an
entity of four dimensions' (see figure D.)"

'you're a positive motivating force within my life'

[Pulls out disc] Yes, that is nice. I bet there's other Cow-related stuff that qualifies, as well....

Also because they are too busy singing crap like Tsunami.

"It really rates fine in the custom clan
With hand-formed panels, tuck-and-roll rear pan"

"A diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand some drummed along, oh
To a handsome man and baton
A blind class aristocracy
Back through the opera glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drawn
Columnated ruins domino

Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?

Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
The music hall a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To a muted trumperter swan
Columnated ruins domino

Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping, Brother John?

Dove nested towers the hour was
Strike the street quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog
Two-Step to lamp lights cellar tune
The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne

The glass was raised, the fired rose
The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting
While at port adieu or die

A choke of grief heart hardened I
Beyond belief a broken man too tough to cry

Surf's Up
Aboard a tidal wave
Come about hard and join
The young and often spring you gave
I heard the word
Wonderful thing
A children's song"