Artist: The Mountain Goats
Release: 2002-02-19
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she came in on the redeye to dallas-fort worth. all the way from sunny taipei. skin the color of a walnut shell, and a baseball cap holding down her black hair. and she came here after midnight. the hot weather made her feel right at home. come on in, we haven't slept for weeks. drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks. he drove from in from mexicali, no worse for wear. money to burn, time to kill. but five minutes looking in his eyes and we all knew he was broken pretty bad, so we gave him what we had. we cleared a space for him to sleep in, and we let the silence that's our trademark make its presence felt. come on in, we haven't slept for weeks. drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks. they came in by the dozens, walking or crawling. some were bright-eyed. some were dead on their feet. and they came from zimbabwe, or from soviet, georgia. east saint louis, or from paris, or they lived across the street. but they came, and when they'd finally made it here, it was the least that we could do to make our welcome clear. come on in, we haven't slept for weeks. drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks
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we live high. our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it. and it grows all fat and friendly we have surplus if we need it. we hold on as hard as we can. our knuckles are white. we write letters to each other, invent secrets to confess to. i learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment by which to address you. we feed fresh fruit to one another. we stay up all night. i am healthy, i am whole, but i have poor impulse control. and i want to go home. but i am home. we are strong, we are faithful, we are guardians of a rare thing. we pay close careful attention to the news the morning air brings. we show great loyalty to the hard times we've been through. we are filled with riches and wonders, our love keeps the things it finds. and we dance like drunken sailors, lost at sea out of our minds. you find shelter somewhere in me, i find great comfort in you. and i keep you safe from harm. you hold me in your arms, and i want to go home. but i am home
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once a week i make the drive two hours east to check the austin post office box and i take the detour through our old neighborhood see all the chevy impalas in their front yards up on blocks and i park in an alley and i read through the post cards you continue to send where as indirectly as you can you ask what i remember i like these tortured deviced from my old best friend well i'll tell you what i know like i swore i always would i don't think it will do you any good i remember the train headed south out of bangkok down toward the water. i always get a late start when the sun's going down and the traffic's filling out and the glare is hard to take i wish the west texas highway was a mobius strip i could ride it out for ever when i feel my heart break i almost swear i hear it happen in fact clean and not hard i come in off the highway and i park in my front yard fall out of the car like a hostage from a plane think of you awhile start wishing it would rain and i remember the train heading south out of bangkok down, down towards, the water. come in to the house put on a pot of coffee walk the floors a little while set your postcard on the table with all the others like it start sorting threw the pile check the pictures and the postmarks and the captions and the stamps for a sign of any pattern at all when i come up empty handed the feeling almost overwhelms me i let a few of my defenses fall and i smile a bitter smile it is not a pretty sight to see i think about a railroad platform back in 1983 and i remember the train heading south out of Bangkok down, down towards, the water
after one long season of waiting, after one long season of wanting, i am breaking open. my insides are pink and raw. and i hurts me when i move my jaw, but i am taking tiny steps forward. and i... i feel sure that my wounds will heal. and i, i will bloom here in my room. with a little water. and a little bit of sunlight. and a little bit of tender mercy, tender mercy. the big trucks come up the highway. and the big wheels rattle my windows. and night, night comes to texas. after one blind season alone in here, after one long sweltering summer, i, i'm going to find the exit. and i will go to the house of a friend i know. and i will let myself forget. with a little water. and a little bit of sunlight. and a little bit of tender mercy, tender mercy
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