2012-07-13
Who is Ana Ng?

The identity of Ana Ng is revealed in a song by "They Might Be Giants."

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Shoot a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town on a desktop globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for

My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way down the drain
And she speaks like a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends

Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence.
Listen Ana, her my words, they're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

All alone at the 64 worlds fair
80 dolls yelling small girl after all
Who was at the DuPont pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?

Or that time when the storm tangled up the wires
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in back at the edge of hearing
These are the words that the voice was repeating

Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence.
Listen Ana, her my words, they're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

When I was driving once I saw this written on a bridge
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"

They don't need me here and I know you're there
Where the world flows by like human hair
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is we don't know anything

Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence.
Listen Ana, her my words, they're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence.
Listen Ana, her my words, they're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

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