Violent Femmes - Telephone Book Lyrics
I look at my telephone bookI look at my telephone bookI cant stand the way it lookI hate to think the way you tookMe down into a burnin rageI wrote your name on every pageBut you dont return my callsYou dont return my callsYou dont return my callsIm ready to bust down the wallsIm going down niagara fallsIn a barrel of funHey aint I a lucky oneYou dont return my callsMy telephone book is the color redMy telephone book is the color redThe red is all in my headSome things are left better unsaidIs that why you dont tryTo acknowledge or replyYou dont return my callsWhy did you hear from an old friendI knew once way back whenI did some bad things to myself and my healthOr did you happen to hear an old song I once sangDid it make your sweet sweet blood run cold in your veinsAnd will you never think of me the sameGordon gano: vocals, guitarBrian ritchie: bassVictor delorenzo: drumsRecorded at carriage house, stamford, ct gorno music reprinted with permission
