I Fell In Love With a Talking Head (Live at New Century Hall)

This time last year the day that it started.

She spoke of love and how in practice it cannot be applied.

About the crisis of the housing market,

Sat up lovely in her second home in the Scottish countryside.

We went out to meal, and she ordered lobster thermidor.

Broke me down with words about how much hates a troubadour.

After violating the staff, she paid and said why can’t you understand?

With every piece of hate I spread, they pay me 20 grand.

I fell in love with a talking head.

Tried not to listen but she made me.

I fell in love with a talking head, said,

‘You’ll either love me or hate me’.

She did a tasteful bit of investigative journalism,

About the stupidest family in Britain.

She interviewed the dad for 60 seconds,

Then she scribbled down her genius all in one sitting.

But she was cool, because she didn’t care, and she said what she liked,

It was apparent that she didn’t like a thing, not even me.

She said, ‘I’m professionally sesquipedalian’.

Or whatever, whatever, whatever that means.

I fell in love with a talking head.

Tried not to listen but she made me.

Fell in love with a talking head, said,

‘You’ll either love me or hate me’.

Isn’t it fitting that I

Hate you now,

I hate you now.

She couldn’t stop her talking,

And her talking got me drinking.

In the pleasant arms of alcohol, the spirits got me thinking,

Our love is far too hateful,

Her genius grows distant,

And the world would sure be grateful

If I ended its existence.

So I took us in a car, and the cliffs were where it led,

Now I’m staring at the headstone of the loveliest of talking heads.

I fell in love with a talking head.

Tried not to listen but she made me.

Fell in love with a talking head, said,

‘You’ll either love me or hate me’.

Why do I love you now?

I love you now.

I love you now.

I love you now.