Chief Inspector Blancheflower Lyrics

Song	Chief Inspector Blancheflower
Artist	The Fiery Furnaces
Album	Blueberry Boat
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	I wanted to be a typewriter mender when
	I grew up,
	But things didn’t work out so.
	Sleep Late in the morning, climb up
	Mt. Olympia and replace a
	Return: But
	I didn’t get enough good grades.
	My uncle Peter had the
	Parthenon
	Business Machine
	Remediation outfit,
	And right there, on the shop floor,
	Hundreds of electric-selectrics, all messed up:
	But I didn’t get enough good grades.
	I had a dexadrine hyperactivity selective
	Attend to relevant
	Information tempo taken in told to
	Mechanism coping concept
	Put my head down crumple my paper.
	Sent to look at the future-job folder-binders,
	I got distracted by the graphs.
	In the resource room
	Mrs. Petorsky re-enforced me:
	Raisins from her zip-lock bag,
	And free time after my target behavior
	I was positive about:
	Tickets, tangibles, chips and stars.
	Now playing
	I’m In My
	Own Little
	House: Tickets, tangibles, chips and stars.
	I had a dexadrine hyperactivity selective
	Attend to relevant
	Information tempo taken in told to
	Mechanism coping concept
	Put my head down crumple my paper.
	After school
	I was sitting in the sitting room
	Looking out at the pavers in their bright orange vests
	Holding up the slow-go diamond plastic piece of wood,
	And I knew that
	I’d never be any good
	And never wear a hard-hat and do things like that,
	So I joined the police force:
	Damp in Dumbarton dip about the 14th of
	May. The publican dropped me a line thought there had been foul play:
	The farmer up the hill came in with his knife
	He mumbled something darkly about his young wife.
	Riding up on the postcoach
	I thrummed on my notebook.
	The wind was up,
	I held on my hat.
	I do up my coat, look:
	The farmer stumbled past holding his gun
	He mumbled something darkly about his young son.
	About your wife, sir.
	What about her?
	Pray, where is she?
	Nowhere you’ll see.
	Locked him up in the store room of
	Mrs. McVeigh’s
	Inn. Take tea up in the manor
	Sir Robert
	Grayson. The farmer through the window came in with his sword;
	He mumbled out of breath
	Forgive me m’lord.
	And after that rustic imposition
	I took a deposition
	I shared a
	Woodpecker cider with a local fratricider
	Who told me all this stuff and more:
	Well I rode up to
	Springfield on my motorcycle
	And I’s gonna stay with my younger brother
	Michael. Mom’s oxycontoins and the
	Amstel Light
	But I noticed
	I was doing most of the talking that night.
	So I got both remotes and turned off the
	DVD And said
	Michael is there something that you need to say to me?
	Well I don’t know how to tell you.
	You can tell me any
	Thing that you want ‘cept
	I started seeing
	Jenny: I started seeing
	Jenny. My
	Jenny? And he looked down at the floor.
	You know damn well she ain’t your
	Jenny no more.
	And I said
	Get her on the phone.
	Don’t you think it’s a little late?
	No I don’t think it’s a little late.
	But I went out the room cause
	I knew I’d better wait
	So I went down to her dad’s bakery and she said
	I’m gonna go outside take a break smoke a cigarette.
	I’m still surprised at how mad you get.
	Well what’d you expec’?
	That you wouldn’t try to wreck your little brother’s happiness.
	And I said
	Listen to you!
	I know what you’re trying to do.
	And what whould that be?
	Mess with
	Michael’s head as some kind of revenge back at me. --
	So I drove up to
	Springfield in my wife’s new car
	And went and had a drink at my buddy’s old bar.

	I wanted to be a typewriter mender when
	I grew up,
	But things didn' t work out so.
	Sleep Late in the morning, climb up
	Mt. Olympia and replace a
	Return: But
	I didn' t get enough good grades.
	My uncle Peter had the
	Parthenon
	Business Machine
	Remediation outfit,
	And right there, on the shop floor,
	Hundreds of electricselectrics, all messed up:
	But I didn' t get enough good grades.
	I had a dexadrine hyperactivity selective
	Attend to relevant
	Information tempo taken in told to
	Mechanism coping concept
	Put my head down crumple my paper.
	Sent to look at the futurejob folderbinders,
	I got distracted by the graphs.
	In the resource room
	Mrs. Petorsky reenforced me:
	Raisins from her ziplock bag,
	And free time after my target behavior
	I was positive about:
	Tickets, tangibles, chips and stars.
	Now playing
	I' m In My
	Own Little
	House: Tickets, tangibles, chips and stars.
	I had a dexadrine hyperactivity selective
	Attend to relevant
	Information tempo taken in told to
	Mechanism coping concept
	Put my head down crumple my paper.
	After school
	I was sitting in the sitting room
	Looking out at the pavers in their bright orange vests
	Holding up the slowgo diamond plastic piece of wood,
	And I knew that
	I' d never be any good
	And never wear a hardhat and do things like that,
	So I joined the police force:
	Damp in Dumbarton dip about the 14th of
	May. The publican dropped me a line thought there had been foul play:
	The farmer up the hill came in with his knife
	He mumbled something darkly about his young wife.
	Riding up on the postcoach
	I thrummed on my notebook.
	The wind was up,
	I held on my hat.
	I do up my coat, look:
	The farmer stumbled past holding his gun
	He mumbled something darkly about his young son.
	About your wife, sir.
	What about her?
	Pray, where is she?
	Nowhere you' ll see.
	Locked him up in the store room of
	Mrs. McVeigh' s
	Inn. Take tea up in the manor
	Sir Robert
	Grayson. The farmer through the window came in with his sword
	He mumbled out of breath
	Forgive me m' lord.
	And after that rustic imposition
	I took a deposition
	I shared a
	Woodpecker cider with a local fratricider
	Who told me all this stuff and more:
	Well I rode up to
	Springfield on my motorcycle
	And I' s gonna stay with my younger brother
	Michael. Mom' s oxycontoins and the
	Amstel Light
	But I noticed
	I was doing most of the talking that night.
	So I got both remotes and turned off the
	DVD And said
	Michael is there something that you need to say to me?
	Well I don' t know how to tell you.
	You can tell me any
	Thing that you want ' cept
	I started seeing
	Jenny: I started seeing
	Jenny. My
	Jenny? And he looked down at the floor.
	You know damn well she ain' t your
	Jenny no more.
	And I said
	Get her on the phone.
	Don' t you think it' s a little late?
	No I don' t think it' s a little late.
	But I went out the room cause
	I knew I' d better wait
	So I went down to her dad' s bakery and she said
	I' m gonna go outside take a break smoke a cigarette.
	I' m still surprised at how mad you get.
	Well what' d you expec'?
	That you wouldn' t try to wreck your little brother' s happiness.
	And I said
	Listen to you!
	I know what you' re trying to do.
	And what whould that be?
	Mess with
	Michael' s head as some kind of revenge back at me.
	So I drove up to
	Springfield in my wife' s new car
	And went and had a drink at my buddy' s old bar.

	I wanted to be a typewriter mender when
	I grew up,
	But things didn' t work out so.
	Sleep Late in the morning, climb up
	Mt. Olympia and replace a
	Return: But
	I didn' t get enough good grades.
	My uncle Peter had the
	Parthenon
	Business Machine
	Remediation outfit,
	And right there, on the shop floor,
	Hundreds of electricselectrics, all messed up:
	But I didn' t get enough good grades.
	I had a dexadrine hyperactivity selective
	Attend to relevant
	Information tempo taken in told to
	Mechanism coping concept
	Put my head down crumple my paper.
	Sent to look at the futurejob folderbinders,
	I got distracted by the graphs.
	In the resource room
	Mrs. Petorsky reenforced me:
	Raisins from her ziplock bag,
	And free time after my target behavior
	I was positive about:
	Tickets, tangibles, chips and stars.
	Now playing
	I' m In My
	Own Little
	House: Tickets, tangibles, chips and stars.
	I had a dexadrine hyperactivity selective
	Attend to relevant
	Information tempo taken in told to
	Mechanism coping concept
	Put my head down crumple my paper.
	After school
	I was sitting in the sitting room
	Looking out at the pavers in their bright orange vests
	Holding up the slowgo diamond plastic piece of wood,
	And I knew that
	I' d never be any good
	And never wear a hardhat and do things like that,
	So I joined the police force:
	Damp in Dumbarton dip about the 14th of
	May. The publican dropped me a line thought there had been foul play:
	The farmer up the hill came in with his knife
	He mumbled something darkly about his young wife.
	Riding up on the postcoach
	I thrummed on my notebook.
	The wind was up,
	I held on my hat.
	I do up my coat, look:
	The farmer stumbled past holding his gun
	He mumbled something darkly about his young son.
	About your wife, sir.
	What about her?
	Pray, where is she?
	Nowhere you' ll see.
	Locked him up in the store room of
	Mrs. McVeigh' s
	Inn. Take tea up in the manor
	Sir Robert
	Grayson. The farmer through the window came in with his sword
	He mumbled out of breath
	Forgive me m' lord.
	And after that rustic imposition
	I took a deposition
	I shared a
	Woodpecker cider with a local fratricider
	Who told me all this stuff and more:
	Well I rode up to
	Springfield on my motorcycle
	And I' s gonna stay with my younger brother
	Michael. Mom' s oxycontoins and the
	Amstel Light
	But I noticed
	I was doing most of the talking that night.
	So I got both remotes and turned off the
	DVD And said
	Michael is there something that you need to say to me?
	Well I don' t know how to tell you.
	You can tell me any
	Thing that you want ' cept
	I started seeing
	Jenny: I started seeing
	Jenny. My
	Jenny? And he looked down at the floor.
	You know damn well she ain' t your
	Jenny no more.
	And I said
	Get her on the phone.
	Don' t you think it' s a little late?
	No I don' t think it' s a little late.
	But I went out the room cause
	I knew I' d better wait
	So I went down to her dad' s bakery and she said
	I' m gonna go outside take a break smoke a cigarette.
	I' m still surprised at how mad you get.
	Well what' d you expec'?
	That you wouldn' t try to wreck your little brother' s happiness.
	And I said
	Listen to you!
	I know what you' re trying to do.
	And what whould that be?
	Mess with
	Michael' s head as some kind of revenge back at me.
	So I drove up to
	Springfield in my wife' s new car
	And went and had a drink at my buddy' s old bar.

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