A.Y.D. Songtext
von Cass McCombs

Tried to peel an olive
It would not give
I hate myself
But I want to live
I got it bad now
And I can′t hide
At your disposal

You have the right
To remain violent
I haven't seen my shoes
Since I washed up on this island
I′ll fetch your gold now
This simple mind's
At your disposal

Don't you know I can′t get away
I′m here at your disposal
Don't you know I cannot get away
I′m here at your disposal


It was a Monday
No, it was a Tuesday
The birds were singing
And I was feeling gay
It was a Wednesday
No, it was a Thursday
A bird was singing
And I was feeling gay

One family's loss
Is my gain
The sides of the highways
Are lined with bouquets
That′s devotion now
I feel alright

Don't you know I can′t get away
I'm here at your disposal
Don't you know I cannot get away
I′m here at your disposal

It was a Monday
No, it was a Tuesday
The birds were singing
And I was feeling gay
It was a Wednesday
No, it was a Thursday
A bird was singing
And I was feeling gay


Don′t you know
I'm here at your disposal
Don′t you know I'm here
Don′t you know I
Don't you know I