My Life Is In Storage

Frank Black · Honey Comb [2005]

I had a castle

I had no hassles

Now tears are tassels

You're sure to know it

Just when you blow it

Then you can stow it



My life is in storage

My life is in storage



Come take a voyage

To personal storage

And we will forage

Leashes for my hounds

My tools for my grounds

Speakers for my sounds



My life is in storage

My life is in storage



Here are the pictures

Of permanant fixtures

Now they're just pictures

Lying in this stack

Bakin' in this shack

Of things I can't get back



My life is in storage

My life is in storage



What life has become

Stored here for a sum

I hauled it, I feel dumb

Got my lock and key

Paid him in his fee

Now I wait and see



My life is in storage

My life is in storage



I believe in your perfect face

I believe in your place in the sun

Can we leave now this dusty space

Can we have a little fun?



I was standin' at the podium

Though I was a little drunk

To the darkened auditorium

I delivered my funk



You were standing at the edge of the light

Tryin' not to be too impressed

I was tryin for the sake of the night

Not to be too depressed



I called you on the telephone

From a hotel in Beverly Hills

And though I was scared to the bone

You were givin' me thrills



I believe in your perfect face

I believe in you place in the sun

Can we leave now this dusty space

Can we have a little fun?