Artist: The Mountain Goats
Release: 2020-12-11
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I became a crystal healer and my ministry was to the sick Creeping vines would send out runners and seek me in their numbers I sold self-help tapes Go down to the netherworld, plant grapes And as world spread of my powers they would seek me far and wide All sad faces at my window I would welcome them inside I sewed clothes for them: cloaks and capes Go down to the netherworld, plant grapes My house will be for all people who have nowhere to go My supply of shining crystals a shield against the snow There's more like me where I come from, so mark our shapes Go down to the netherworld, plant grapes
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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
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I was sitting at the edge of the marsh when the council came to bring me the news. they handed me a bowl of cooked wild grasses and they gave me the ceremonial shoes. goodbye young danish women. goodbye danish sky. goodbye cold air I am going away. goodbye goodbye goodbye
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
[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
It's so hard to be yourself The human element drags you down Lead a solitary life if you can Try not to show your face in town Let the rulers find such pathways as they may Open up the variables Find a way to make it real Make a deal Until my protector comes It's so hard to get revenge When you've already seen the inside Try to navigate the turns as best you can Headed on down the slide Good friends are where you find them People talk all kinds of trash Never mind them Make it real Make a deal Until my protector comes Huge wings blotting out the sun Remembering everyone It's so hard to look away You gotta be strong in the face of suffering Cut a good figure just in case somebody's watching Even if it ends up meaning nothing Let the breezes find such pathways as they may Maybe Boris Vallejo paints The back of your head someday Make it real You make a deal Until my protector comes
I've got you You've got whatever's left of me to get Our conversations are like minefields No one's found a safe way through one yet I spend a lot of money I buy you white gold We raise up a little roof Against the cold On Southwood Plantation Road Where at night the stars blow like milk across the sky Where the high wires drop Where the fat crows fly All night long you giggle and scream Your brown eyes deeper than a dream I am not going to lose you We are going to stay married In this house like a Louisiana graveyard Where nothing stays buried On Southwood Plantation Road Where the dead will walk again Put on their Sunday best And go with unsuspecting Christian men La la la la la
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Window facing an ill-kept front yard Plums on the tree heavy with nectar Prayers to summon the destroying angel Moon stuttering in the sky like film stuck in a projector And you You Twin prop airplanes passing loudly overhead Road to the airport two lanes clear Half the whole town gone for the summer Terrible silence coming down here And you You There is no deadline There is no schedule There is no plan we can fall back on The road this far can't be retraced There is no punch line anybody can tack on There are loose ends by the score What did I come down here for? You You