The Hopeless Opus or the Great Battle of the Unfriendly Ridiculous - Of Montreal

Let’s reminisce of our first dance together

along the ocean floor.

Your dress was made of egg shells.

My hair was in a pompadour

While we were hunting for the Marshmallow Coast.

I played a prank that brought shame to one of my colleagues.

I taught Herr Coushiboe’s eyes how to imitate a bog.

They employed their new talent perhaps too frequently.

Finding this incarnation preferable

they decided to stay that way

But then his eyes became ambitious

and they started to grow.

They felt confined as a bog and wanted more recognition.

They desired to be acknowledged by a map

and that is how Coushiboe discovered my gag.

When he opened up a map and saw his eyes looking back at him