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We Shall All Be Healed
Artist: The Mountain Goats
Release: 2004-02-02
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Slow West Vultures
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Palmcorder Yajna
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Linda Blair Was Born Innocent
Gentle hum of the old machines Here we come scrubbed and scoured Patches on our jeans When the drone sounds In the cool night wind We pick up the call Kick all the traces in Hungry for love Ready to drown So tie down the sails We're going downtown Great big drain on the power grid You may not like Tate's methods But you've got to admit She's a real nice kid We walk light Down the wires Higher than weather baloons Empty hearts on fire Hungry for love Ready to drown So tie down the sails tonight We're going downtown
Letter from Belgium
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The Young Thousands
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Your Belgian Things
The men were here to get your Belgian things They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar There's guys in biohazard suits Mud kicking on their rubber boots They've come to keep your pretty things from danger The men were here to get your Belgian things They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures My camera groans beneath the weight it bears I can see you in my sleep Playing the points for all you're worth Walking gingerly across the bruised earth The men were here to get your Belgian things They waltzed right through the door and went flourescent Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent The arteries are clogging in the mainframe There's too much information in the pipes I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom A tiger's never gonna change its stripes I guess I guess but Jesus what a mess One way in and no way out The men were here to get your Belgian things And only I was here to see them do it I wish you had a number where you are It's hard with no one here to help me through it I can see you in my sleep Playing the points for all you're worth Walking gingerly across the bruised earth
Mole
I came to see you up there in intensive care They had handcuffed you to your bed There were tubes going into you and out from you Bright white gauze bandages at your head I am a mole Sticking his head above the surface of the earth I am a mole Sticking his head above the surface of the earth And they said "Lights out" And it was lights out And they gave you your medication I know what you want and you know what I want Information Information I am a mole Sticking his head above the surface of the earth I am a mole Sticking his head above the surface of the earth Out in the desert we'll have no worries Out in the desert just you and me I came to see you up there in intensive care Out in the desert we'll live carefree I am a mole Sticking his head above the surface of the earth I am a mole Sticking his head above the surface of the earth
Home Again Garden Grove
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All Up the Seething Coast
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Quito
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Cotton
This song is for the rats Who hurled themselves in to the ocean When they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold Were just about to blow This song is for the soil That's toxic clear down to the bedrock Where no thing of consequence can grow Drop your seeds there Let them go Let them all go Let 'em all go This song is for the people Who tell their families that they're sorry For things they can't and won't feel sorry for And once there was a desk And now it's in a storage locker somewhere And this song is for the stick pins and the cottons I left in the top drawer Let 'em all go Let 'em all go I wanna sing one for the cars That are right now headed silent down the highway And it's dark and there is nobody driving And something has got to give I saw you waiting by the roadside You didn't know that I was watching Now you know Let it all go Let 'em all go Let it all go
Against Pollution
When I worked down at the liquor store Guy with a shotgun came raging through the place Muscled his way behind the counter I shot him in the face This morning I went down to the Catholic Church 'Cause something just came over me Forty-five minutes in the pews Praying the rosary When the last days come We shall see visions More vivid than sunsets Brighter than stars We will recognize each other And see ourselves for the first time The way we really are Decorative grating on my window Gets a little rustier every year I don't know how the metal gets rusty When it never rains here A year or so ago I worked at a liquor store And a guy came in Tried to kill me so I shot him in the face I would do it again I would do it again When the last days come We shall see visions More vivid than sunsets Brighter than stars We will recognize each other And see ourselves for the first time The way we really are
Pigs That Ran Straightaway Into the Water, Triumph Of
[spoken:] The story of the pigs who ran straightaway into the water and their great triumph You're gonna send me back to where I came from Please don't send me back to where I came from Let me go where the white magnolias grow You're gonna fit me for that orange jumpsuit Please don't fit me for that orange jumpsuit Let me ride where the dragonflies glide Yeah but you're going to do what you wanna do No matter what I ask of you You think you hold the high hand I've got my doubts I come from Chino where the asphalt sprouts Big bus headed southeast from the courthouse But I'm not headed southeast from the courthouse Let some mysterious chunk of space debris Puncture the roof and set me free And even if I have to go to Claremont Well I guess I'll just have to go to Claremont Let me go Let me lie low Yeah but you're going to do what you wanna do No matter what I ask of you And you send your dark messengers to tempt me I come from Chino so all your threats are empty