Andrew Bird - Lazy Projector Lyrics
If memory serves us, then who owns the masterHow do we know who's projecting this reelAnd is it like gruel or like quick drying plasterTell me how long til the paint starts to peelIs it like Pyramus or Apolloor an archer we don't knowYou know history repeats itselfAnd time's a crooked bowCome on, tell us something we don't knowNow whos the best boy and the casting directorAnd the editor splicing your face from the sceneIt's all in the hands of a lazy projectorThat forgetting, embellishing, lying machineThat forgetting, embellishing, lying machineThey say all good things must come to an endEvery day the night must fallHow it all came to thisI simply can't recallToo many cooks in the kitchenHow the mighty must fallAnd I can't see the sense in us breaking up at allOh I can't see the sense in us breaking up at allOh I can't see the sense in us breaking up at allBreaking up at allAnd it's all in the hands of a lazy projectorThat forgetting, embellishing, lying machine
