Pygmalion (Shes A Space Alien)

Misha Bittleston: Vocals, Electric Guitar, Ukulele, Electribe, Vocal/Guitar Effects, Sampler, etc. Gerardo Giraldo: Acoustic Guitar David Muller: Hi-Hat, Congas, TR-626 and Bass Jeremy Kay: Bass Rafaël Leloup: Piano Steven Plummer: Electric Guitar Jon Bell: Additional Guitar and Synth Pad Recorded in Brooklyn by Toshi Yano and David Muller at Melody Lanes and by Misha Bittleston at Apartment Four The Future. Edited and arranged by Misha Bittleston, Rafaël Leloup, Gerardo Giraldo and Jon Bell at Apartment Four The Future, Brooklyn. LYRICS: PYGMALION (from Exhibition by Eight Two) How does she hear How does she feel How does she know What's real She doesn't sleep She lives a dream She doesn't eat Except ice cream She's an escape Honey of hope She'll throw us a rope To the stars She's a space alien She doesn't know the meaning of man (the only one) If love's a decision can I shun a collision With the dangerous body she's on (the only one) Nine six one eight nine Pygmalion If I go with her After the end With no world to mend And no bitter end To defend But what do I gain If I go insane With no wind and rain To blame Will life be a lie A tomb in the sky Is it better to stay And die Love has hope Love can make me cope (You are going to make me sorry) Love can get me through (If my mom knew she would worry) Love has hope Love can make me cope (You are going to make me sorry) A rope Watching the sun go down There's a way, there's a hope There's a way, there's a hope There's a way, there's a hope (When I put my hand) There's a way, there's a hope (When I put my hand) There's a way, there's a hope (When I put my hand down her throat) There's a way, there's a hope (I can feel her heart, I can feel it beat) There's a way, there's a hope (When I put my hand where) There's a way (I can feel her heart) She's a space alien She doesn't know the meaning of man (anyone) If love's a decision can I shun a collision With the dangerous body she's on (the only one) Nine six one eight nine Pygmalion Make me blind! You made me blind Why do things always go bad Why do things always go wrong Why does the government have to mess it up And go out killing people again No more killing sprees Mr. President Let's make love it's more fun...