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Getting Into Knives
Artist: The Mountain Goats
Release: 2020-10-23
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Corsican Mastiff Stride
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Get Famous
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Picture of My Dress
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As Many Candles As Possible
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Tidal Wave
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Pez Dorado
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The Last Place I Saw You Alive
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Bell Swamp Connection
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The Great Gold Sheep
I'm going to do what I like I'm going to live how I want I'm going to build myself a great estate With lots of statues out front Choirs from the Curtis Institute Singing me to sleep Wake up and worship the great gold sheep I'm going to walk the pathways of the ancients I'm going to let my name be known I'm going to see the wild haunts of this world And carve a place out all my own Heat up the iron until it glows Burn the brand so deep Wake up and worship the great gold sheep There's only one, splendid and fine The ages attest it's wondrous design You and me stand somehow above the fray And name everyone who's throwing their chance away I'm going to write my name on everything I'm going to leave a lasting legacy And when my body's thrown with great force from a window The dogs will fight for whatever's left of me Shallow grave among the weeds Where the pale worms creep Wake up and worship the great gold sheep
Rat Queen
Meek subjects by torchlight come to pay their respects As foretold by the ancient texts Line snaking down the sewer Reverent hush upon the crowd One by one we approach The figure in the shroud New dreams New dreams for the rat queen New dreams New dreams for the rat queen Great warm throbbing hum of the undercity At one with the purpose I am a faceless, nameless acolyte Here tonight at your service Take my visions, make them real Impose them on the world above All the dead sleepwalkers Who never learned how to love New dreams New dreams for the rat queen New dreams New dreams for the rat queen Brand new dreams, great visions Something heady as brandy On the boil in the kitchen Arise from the stormdrains Take to the streets We who have never once tasted The stench of defeat Victory sweet as the dregs of the fast food dumpster Look how they jump when we show up Like they've just seen a monster New dreams New dreams for the rat queen New dreams New dreams for the rat queen
Wolf Count
Live among the starving wolves Get lost inside the pack Pull at a carcass til my tooth breaks Your grown-up teeth They don't grow back They don't grow back Find a clearing in the forest Wait for word from the battlefront Sing to the moon until your throat's raw The Lord of the manor He won't be coming back from the hunt He won't be coming back from the hunt Soon, it'll be my time to go I know Breach the perimeter with my brethren Know who your friends are when you need them Sleep soundly with the enemy And remember me Too dumb to trade his cloak for freedom Too dumb to trade his cloak for freedom Run, run ahead, all of you I will catch up when I'm able to Seek the manor grounds anew Too dark to find the path Sleep on the road and dream the only dream worth dreaming The thronging plain The bloodbath Soon, it'll be my time to go I know
Harbor Me
Clear me a space On the hallway closet floor Lie to the cops When they're at your door Throw crumbs Get the hounds off my tail Make sure the coast is clear Before you get my mail Harbor me when I'm hungry Harbor me when I'm hunted Grab some shades From the gas station rack Living in fear Until you come back Sound of the key Like an orchestral cue Into the daylight Thank God it's you Harbor me when I'm shaken Harbor me when I'm lost Never see the day before dark Every fugitive hour leaves its mark Coded marks on a map Written in my own hand Parse it for days Still can't understand Bring me a candle Bring me a match Bring me some gasoline Down the hatch Harbor me when I'm breathless Harbor me when I'm choking
Getting Into Knives
I hit the cul-de-sac on the spiritual path Retraced my steps back home But the house burned down before I got there And I found myself alone I tried to keep things in perspective As I hunted down the perpetrator Loaded up my toolkit with every hateful instrument Now here we are thirty years later I'm getting into knives I'm getting into knives I've been up and down the buffet several different times I'm adjusting my focus, I'm getting into knives I sought wisdom from the sages Consulted with master tacticians Met up with some guys who wouldn't tell me their last names They specialized in non-conventional munitions Stayed on the scent like a bloodhound Followed the clues where they led Taste of hot ashes on my tongue all days I took my rifle with me to bed But I'm getting into knives I'm getting into knives It's a gift to be simple, it's a gift to be free I'm adjusting my focus, I'm getting into knives Held to my vision all these days While stray signals kept flooding the switchboard Came all this way for hunger May I be worthy of my reward I stood at the door, and I listened Rustled through my rucksack as quiet as I could You can't give me back what you've taken But you can give me something that's almost as good I'm getting into knives I am getting into knives Behold, I stand at the door, and I knock, and then I knock twice I've adjusted my focus, I'm getting into knives