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Goths
Artist: The Mountain Goats
Release: 2017-05-19
Tracks & Lyrics
Rain in Soho
No one knows where the lone wolf sleeps No one sees the hidden treasure in the castle keep No one learns the secret name No one burns in the absent flame No one broke D.B. Cooper's fall No one hopes to hear the bagman call Children piping in the main square But no one's dancing No one's dancing down there The river goes where the water flows But no one knows when the Batcave closed The river goes where the water flows But no one knows when the Batcave closed No promise sweeter than a blood pact Nothing harder to go through than a vanishing act No morning colder than the first frost No friends closer than the ones we've lost Nothing sharper than a serpent's tooth Nothing harder than the gospel truth Though you repent and don sackcloth and try to make nice You can't cross the same river twice The river goes where the water flows But no one knows when the Batcave closed The river goes where the water flows But no one knows when the Batcave closed There's a club where you'd like to go You could meet someone who's lost like you Revel in the darkness like a pair of open graves Fumble through the fog for a season or two No town more barren than our town No haven safer than the one they tore down No greater love than to lay my life down for a friend No sweeter pleasure than to see the credits clear through to the end No one knows where the lone wolf's gone No one sees it camped out right there in the front lawn We played for you but you would not sing No one was going to get away with anything The river goes where the water flows But no one knows when the Batcave closed The river goes where the water flows But no one knows when the Batcave closed
Andrew Eldritch Is Moving Back to Leeds
There's indifference on the wind But a faint gust of hope At a club nobody goes to With a musty velvet rope Guys in Motörhead jackets Who knew him way back when Haven't raised a drink in years But now meet up again To remember how it was when they all thought they'd move away And ride in Lotus 7s through the London streets one day Nobody ever gets away Even the best of us come back some day To the unmarked rooms, where the dry dust breeds Andrew Eldritch is moving back to Leeds There's a rusted fog machine In a concrete storage space Letter-number combinations With no meaning on it's face They won't make these anymore It's a wooden coach-n-four No-one will even steal it if you leave it by the door No sign to mark it's going, no tombstone for it's grave There will be goodbyes by dozens, so practice being brave No-one anticipates the rush The breezy feeling of the faceless crush At the end of things, where the salvage bleeds Andrew Eldritch is moving back to Leeds They don't throw him a parade He just comes in on a train One suitcase in his hand And an old army backpack From the second world war From a Leipzig secondhand store Pick the keys up from the agent Everything's been taken care of No big changes in the roadways Since you've left that I'm aware of A few old buildings gone to dust And some new ones in the way They'll look just like the old ones When the winds have had their say See the children bound for London, you'll all be back too Everybody tests the membrane but no-one pushes through Come on boys that'll be enough You'd think your old friends wouldn't play so tough Like a basket by the Nile, hiding down among the reeds Andrew Eldritch is moving back to Leeds
The Grey King and the Silver Flame Attunement
In the secret caverns underneath West Covina Half desperate for peace With the surface dwellers But coming to no conclusions And now we emerge Sky grey and misty The Grey King in his new pontiac Some of us warm to the effort Trying to get our shapes back Teeth filed down to fine points Framework too tight Strain at the joints And I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore I'm pretty hardcore but I'm not that hardcore Load into the Grand AM Doomed sailors Born high by the waves Wild with wonder Leather and lace and good friends Most of them good Most of them friendly The Grey King at the rail sparks flying Three others in the car with him Scared of dying All eyes on the front seat Assuming his form Reborn in the heat And I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore I'm pretty hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
We Do It Different on the West Coast
The papers write about it back in England It's practically a lifestyle back in Berlin There's probably some pockets in Ohio Almost always something happening in Ohio I heard some bad reports about Long Island I don't trust what people say about Long Island I heard some good things from some friends about Chicago I gotta see with my own eyes about Chicago We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast I heard they had a problem with some skinheads At a show in a machine shop in Pomona I feel like half my friends have moved to San Francisco I think I'm gonna bleach my hair this weekend And Dave went to New York -- I don't care You can't shut people up once they get back from their Christmas out there Skim though such magazines as I can get my hands on Glue circuit boards to plywood on the weekend Trellis modulation for the children There's a whole new world just up around the corner We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast
Unicorn Tolerance
Drawn to the dark Covered by the blood when possible Call to the corners To any open crucible Easy to reach Bearing every mark unmissably Wanna leave behind some token of what I carried with me Search in the storm drains Sleep in the underpasses Try hard to look hard Behind my blackout sunglasses But I have high unicorn tolerance I have high unicorn tolerance I have high unicorn tolerance I have high unicorn tolerance Swim with real sharks Those who never speak when spoken to Hard limits fade into memory Once broken through Scaling the well Every single day instinctively Feel shame real shame For what my friends must think of me Dig through the graveyard Rub the bones against my face It gets real nice around the graveyard Once you've acquired the taste And when the clouds do clear away Get a momentary chance to see The thing I've been trying to beat to death The soft creature that I used to be The better animal I used to be Draw where I'm drawn Seldom wonder why, just follow you Never blame the rags that swallowed me For the place the river took me to Long life to the spiders Safe travels to the crows Love to the ghosts Who taught me everything I know But I have high unicorn tolerance I have high unicorn tolerance But I have high unicorn tolerance I have high unicorn tolerance
Stench of the Unburied
Incoherent but functional Speeding like a dead comet Purple crushed velvet waistcoat Flecked with maalox and bits of dried vomit Say what you will for the effort You can't fault the technique Still conscious at sunrise For the third time this week But when the blue lights flash I know we're going to crash And outside it's ninety two degrees And KROQ is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees Blaupunkt in the dashboard Cracks in the cylinder block Heading up the Golden State freeway Toward Eagle Rock Ice chest full of Corona And Pineapple Crush It'll take twenty years for the toxins to flush And when the sirens wail I know we're going to jail And outside it's ninety two degrees And KROQ is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees Follow the flame to freedom The flickering lights of armageddon Find the foot of the land way down in the pit Keep climbing forever Trying to keep the torch lit And outside it's ninety two degrees And KROQ (the rock of the eighties) is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees
Wear Black
Rain everyday Fog all night Wind in the evergreen cypresses See me lord of wind and rain See me guardian of the underpasses Wear black when it's light outside Wear black when there's no light Wear black following the left hand path Wear black but I get right Waves at night Hard waves at dawn All this coast is vanishing Check me out I can't blend in Check me out I'm young and ravishing Wear black on your forgotten red heart Wear black in the present tense Wear black when you come around Wear black in your absence Wear black high as a kite (Wear black) Wear black dead sober (Wear black) Wear black when the struggle starts (Wear black) Wear black when it's over (Wear black) Sun through the trees Head for the sun Can't find the path back to the main road See me lord of the Thomas Guide See me keeper of the source code Wear black to the intervention Wear black back to the car Wear black wherever I go Wear black wherever you are
Paid in Cocaine
Crusty boots in the corner of the closet by the tackle box Once proud shining silver buckles safe behind the normalcy locks Baubles and bangles A lost age Still all aglow with the radiance of the stage That's who I was (that's who I was) This is who I am (this is who I am) Work to pay down the interest on the mortgage Use to get paid by the gram Long Beach Long Beach can you hear me? Can you hear me Long Beach? Long Beach Long Beach can you hear me? Can you hear me Long Beach? Master tape from the show we did at Fender's back in '85 Dark paisley from retail slut All four of us still fresh and alive Flashes and phosphenes It's hard to believe that's me Strapped in and visibly sweating As happy as I'm ever gonna be You're still by my side (you're still by my side) Five years left on your collar (five years on your collar) You're cashing out All dressed up For your date with the emergency ward Long Beach Long Beach can you hear me? Can you hear me Long Beach? Long Beach Long Beach can you hear me? Can you hear me Long Beach?
Rage of Travers
Close the balcony and the rainbow Because the promoter says so Aviators and a buckskin frontier hat How come they dress like that? They break the news to me so gentle But I start to feel sentimental This used to be the place to go Still draw pretty good in Ontario Nobody wants to hear the twelve bar blues From a guy in platform shoes Let's just have a good time when the show's done Ask where the good clubs are and go find one Roll up to the curb Spill out of the car Everyone's dressed up like corpses I brought my guitar Set it down by the stage The singer's locked up in a steel cage Shaking the bars Eyes wild with fear I don't belong here Nobody wants to hear the twelve bar blues From a guy in platform shoes
Shelved
I wanna ride the hydraulics Lit up like the north star I wanna wallow in the spoils before the crowd I wanna play my guitar Not gonna sit up and beg Not gonna do tricks Not gonna stand here on a sound stage Tethered to a crucifix The ride's over I know But I'm not ready to go I wanna flash my pastel colors by the rail On a windy day at Pimlico Don't want to write songs with this clown they set me up with in a Los Angeles rehearsal studio Not gonna tour with Trent Reznor Third of three bottom of the bill You can't pay me to make that kind of music Not gonna swallow that pill The ride's over I know But I'm not ready to go Maybe dad is right I'm still young And I can write C++ just as good as anyone I know this guy at Lucasarts He says they're looking for hands In fifteen years I'll be throwing back beers With my feet in the sand
For the Portuguese Goth Metal Bands
Set the spectrum for the greyscale that's better Favorite bold fonts in black letters Star crossed lovers and their tragic fates And the one Celtic Frost record Almost everybody hates Candlelight playing its tricks on the walls of the cave Hauling these songs to the night from the mouth of the grave Mark the map out for the treasure don't say where Find the octave in the shadow and stay there Sleep till sunset stay up late Bleed bile all night Into an SM58 Candlelight playing its tricks on the walls of the cave Hauling these songs to the night from the mouth of the grave Finally head west but it's a dead end Come home dead broke but still among friends Keep what's precious drop what's not Without a second though There's not so many of us But you don't know any of us Work like a gravedigger let the blood spill Headline really big festivals Every other summer in Brazil Candlelight playing its tricks on the walls of the cave Hauling these songs to the night from the mouth of the grave
Abandoned Flesh
Robert Smith is secure at his Villa in France Any child knows how to do the spiderweb dance Siouxsie has enough hits to keep the bills paid Every New Years in Los Angeles you can still see Richard Blade But the world forgot about Gene Loves Jezebel Yeah the world forgot about Gene Loves Jezebel They charted once or twice They were on a major label When the singer went solo He left money on the table The two main guys are related They're at war with each other Now there's two Genes loving Jezebel One for each brother But the world came to agree What you see is what you get and what you get is what you see Whether you're The March Violets or The Bolshoi Bands who had to leave the darkness for the sun Red Lorry Yellow Lorry were on Cherry Red I think They've been playing clubs since 1981 To be fair to Gene Loves Jezebel Billy Corgan brought them on stage It was in 2011 It's on their wikipedia page But for the most part However big that chorused bass may throb You and me and all of us Are gonna have to find a job Because the world will never know or understand The suffocated splendor Of the once and future goth band