Artist: The Mountain Goats
Release: 2019-04-26
Recite the songs that kept me whole On the day I hand over command control Try to let them all flow into this one List alphabetically The toxins the doctors found in me During my time in prison Count my fingers Every last one When I get done Clean the floors well, sweep and swab Do a thorough job Leave the old place nicer than I found it Wish well as the neighbors cheer and shout Finally taking their earplugs out Things were even worse here than they sounded Grim-faced pilots Back from the bombing run When I get done Take a picture or two Just to remember the view Leave a mark on the door As an empty warning sign From one who's gone before But isn't here anymore Let the crust form On my skin in the sun When I get done Sweep the front porch make it new Put the broom away when I get through No passersby need know of my lonely tenure All this riot of light The shock of leaves Wind rippling in my sleeves Swirling against my skin as in a blender Red thread drying behind me Hand smoking When I get done
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We who train in the way of the blade We who sleep in the accursed glade We've come before you now We've come before you now We who in his favor would stand Who lovely await his most fearsome command We've come before you now We've come before you now Cut loose the handcuffs Let him go free We who travel by starlight We who slipped past your guards in the night We've come before you now We've come before you now We who boldly claim to our own We who have seen the chamber of the one true son We who have seen the kindness of the cracks of his face We who will die if we must in this place We've come before you Outnumbered and unafraid Well-trained in the way of the blade Cut loose the handcuffs Let him go free
When the house lights all go down Shuffle on down to the park Stare at stars in the winter sky Days of refugee in short supply All your parasites climb abord All your vagabonds praise the lord When the compost pile goes high Climb to the top if I try Long hauled truckers still wide awake Guard their pathways for Jesus' sake All your garbage trucks to the curb True sons of the living word Try not to get stuck in the intake vent Grow fat and grow old and grow blind and be content All your pack dogs have your say Let me just find my own way Moon in the trees my guide Walk with my jaw hinged wide Once more onto the bridge Safe in the spots that the light can't reach
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Drunk at the Meskwaki casino Right where God intended me to be Looking up at the one man in this room Who's handled more cocaine then me Think back to the good times just an hour or so ago Before I got myself this drunk When the valet parked my rented Mitsubishi With a beat up old brown suitcase in the trunk Full of firearms and flash drives Full of passports And international money orders For just in case I make it cross the border Get a postcard from the gift shop Let my family know i'm doing fine Looking up at a map up on the ceiling To find the place where we all meet up further on down the line Head back to my table Get another scotch and soda for the road The band on stage is really working off a head of steam Close my eyes and lean my head back, dream a little dream Full of firearms and flash drives Full of passports And international money orders For just in case I make it cross the border
Hustle up the spiral stairs See if anything’s left up there Teams on the scene from several stations Everybody, adjust your expectations Stray clumps of hair and blood and brain Fragments of bone in the drain Rookies trying to keep the airway clear But the damage is too severe Bring in the cadaver sniffing dog Bring in the cadaver sniffing dog Bring in the cadaver sniffing dog Bring in the cadaver sniffing dog Army crawlers down ash wet floor Ready for war Leopards on their hands and knees Nobody's ready for days like these Wait till you come up on the smoking wreck And even then you check Radio home all clean If there were any survivors they've fled the scene Bring in the cadaver sniffing dog Bring in the cadaver sniffing dog Bring in the cadaver sniffing dog Bring in the cadaver sniffing dog
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In these times of wanting prophesy And false witnesses up to all manner of deviltry Drench a kitchen rag in heretic's blood Wash the windows and prepare for the flood Look to the West Look to the man Bearing the Sicilian crest Orphans in the sky Say that the time is near Dial into the signal Coming in loud and clear Sacrificial victims out of the cage Smiling as they're taking the stage Look to the West Look to the man Bearing the Sicilian crest Out of the blue, everything's new All the talk we heard was true The legends we all heard once, the whispers from the storefronts Hope for the best Prepare for the worst We wait like stock-piled landmines Ready to burst Wait all your life to see what you see Open up your eyes and be free Look to the West Look to the man Bearing the Sicilian crest