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The Jordan Lake Sessions: Volumes 3 and 4
Artist: The Mountain Goats
Release: 2021-11-12
Tracks & Lyrics
In the Craters on the Moon (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
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Letter from Belgium (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
Martin calls to say he's sending old electrical equipment That's good we can always use some more electrical equipment In the cold clear light of day down here Everyone's a monster That's cool with all of us We've been past the point of help since early April Susan and her notebook Freehand drawings of Lon Chaney Blueprints for geodesic domes Recipies for cake Yeah we're all here Chewing our tongues off Waiting for the fever to break When we walk out in the sunlight we tell every we know it hurts our eyes When the real reason we don't like it is that it makes us wonder if we're dying And Martin's found an old trunk full of stage makeup in the basement And he's sending it along We can always use more makeup Yeah more creams and powders And Carrie's got the feeling That the people next door Will close in like a wolf pack Should we make one small mistake Yeah we're all here Chewing our tongues off Waiting for the fever to break
Woke Up New (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
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Pez Dorado (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
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Picture of My Dress (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
I'm at a truck stop in New Mexico just before dawn Somebody's grandma behind the wheelâ ofâ a big rig Pullingâ in with her headlights on We smokeâ a cigarette as the sunrise runs riot Someone's got to breakâtheâquiet Andâshe says, "whatâare you doingâhere anyway? And I smile and say, "you'd never guess" She holds it up for me by its skinny white shoulder straps While I, I take a picture of my dress I take a picture of my dress I'm in the bathroom of a Dallas Texas Burger King Steven Tyler is on the overhead speakers He doesn't want to miss a thing Out there at the counter I blend in with the lunchtime crowd Try not to laugh out loud I eat half my crispy chicken club I get extra mayonnaise, it's a mess I take the other half out to the parking lot with me Pop the trunk and take a picture of my dress I take a picture of my dress It still looks good, I only wore it once Four years ago, four years and seven months It may be a long time before the highway Decides to finally set me free I'm going to have to chase down the remnants Of something special that you stole from me It may be hiding in the sunset, or in distant corners of the dawn Or maybe it's gone But I say some prayers above the engine I bless everything there is to bless Run out of gas in the middle of nowhere anyway Stand by the roadside smiling And take a picture of my dress I take a picture of my dress I take a picture of my dress I take a picture of my dress
Whole Wide World (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
the last of the repercussions died off real slow and the sky was still and the cold sun sank down beneath the snow I hung by my hand from the tree outside and I looked at the whole wide world. when the voices came quietly. I shut them down. when a tricky young southerly wind came at me with its high whistling sound. I turned around to face it with real arrogance burning inside. and I drank in the whole wide world
Dark in Here (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
Steal away at sundown, pick a place to hide Check for signs of ambush, hunker down inside Tired of running, tired of never standing still Hear them riding up the hill Men whose ribs are showing through their skin Bringing up the rear It's high noon somewhere It's dark in here Stack my ammunition, be ready when you come You who thirst for action, I will give you some When the smoke dies down, you can rest assured We will know who kept his word You who stood so proud once I can taste your fear You blazed like torches It's dark in here It's dark as a coal mine filling up with gas I stand ready for the blast Will you be ready when your moment comes? Will your hand be steady when you reach down for your guns? Did you leave your house in order when you came for me? Is this really where you meant to be? Just beyond your limits Find the new frontier I live in the darkness It's dark in here
Korean Bird Paintings (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
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Snow Owl (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
you came down from heaven to the branch outside my window your feathers were the color of snow the dice were loaded against us ever seeing each other but one of us had nowhere else to go in your eyes were all the colors that the rainbow forgot your wingspan was three feet wide or better with your voice practicing notes from time's own beginning you took apart the alphabet letter by letter and here where it all stops for good where the cool waters run thought i saw a mouse kicking in your beak it was only a skeleton
Against Pollution (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
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The Last Place I Saw You Alive (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
I'm not thinking of you When I swing left onto Gordon Avenue It's just the way the traffic veers Haven't driven down these streets in years But then I pass the last place I saw you alive I walk the narrow path these days I can't see going back to my old ways Call to mind sometimes that bloody, stinking mess Us worms turn into butterflies, I guess But then I pass the last place I saw you alive It's changed since you were here, or else it hasn't It was special, it was deadly It was ours and then it wasn't It's only now and then you come to mind There's a trillion things you left behind It's just the way the math works out Nothing really to get worked up about But then I pass the last place I saw you alive
In Memory of Satan (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
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Bell Swamp Connection (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
Toward the tail-end of the age that's almost finished Where the highway starts to crack and nobody fixes it I was wandering through an undeveloped tract Out near the ocean 100 acres, we will build to suit See what there is to see before it's gone Somebody's always just about To put some kind of awful plan in motion Eastern redcedars, and the pines And suddenly an elevated stone slab In what must have been a clearing once Try to recognize the signals and the signposts My curiosity Will likely always get the best of me It's like that one thing My Dad kept trying to tell me As the twilight Inched its way on up his body Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Well of course I climbed atop the slab and I lay down on it I am a child I had my face toward the sky lying there in the sun with both my eyes closed Woke up in near darkness What the hell is wrong with me Volunteer pines in the hundreds in the dusk like military tentpoles Let my eyes adjust Try to read the markings on the slab Weird alphabets I felt sure I hadn't seen just before I passed out Stars growing brighter Me looking up Like a lobster in a cage down in the depths beneath the bottom of a glass boat And I heard a voice From somewhere out beyond the free fall Like a captive soldier Trying to warn his brothers Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!
Rat Queen (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
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Shelved (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
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Sax Rohmer #1 (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
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This Year (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
I broke free on a saturday morning. I put the pedal to the floor. headed north on mills avenue, and listened to the engine roar. my broken house behind me and good things ahead, a girl named cathy wants a little of my time. six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking, ahhh listen to the engine whine. I am going to make it through this year if it kills me. I am going to make it through this year if it kills me. I played video games in a drunken haze I was seventeen years young. hurt my knuckles punching the machines the taste of scotch rich on my tongue. and then cathy showed up and we hung out. trading swigs from the bottle all bitter and clean locking eyes, holding hands, twin high maintenance machines. I am going to make it through this year if it kills me. I am going to make it through this year if it kills me. I drove home in the california dusk. I could feel the alcohol inside of me. home. picture the look on my stepfather's face, ready for the bad things to come. I downshifted as I pulled into the driveway. the motor screaming out stuck in second gear. the scene ends badly as you might imagine, in a cavalcade of anger and fear. there will be feasting and dancing in jerusalem next year. I am going to make it through this year if it kills me. I am going to make it through this year if it kills me
Have to Explode (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 4)
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Game Shows Touch Our Lives (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 4)
Dug up a fifth of Hood River gin That stuff tastes like medicine But I'll take it It'll do On the couch in the living room all day long Music on the television playing our song And I'm in the mood The mood for you Turn the volume up real high All of that money look at it fly And you smoking like a chimney Shadows crawled across the living room's length I held onto you with a desperate strength With everything with everything in me And I handed you a drink of the lovely little thing On which our survival depends People say friends don't destroy one another What do they know about friends? Thunderclouds forming cream white moon Everything's going to be okay soon Maybe tomorrow Maybe the next day Carried you up the stairs that night All of this could be yours if the price is right I heard cars headed down to oblivion Up on the expressway Your drunken kisses as light as the air Maybe everything that falls down eventually rises Our house sinking into disrepair Ah but look at this showroom filled with fabulous prizes The House That Dripped Blood
Until Olympius Returns (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 4)
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The Young Thousands (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 4)
Boats ease into the harbor bearing real suspicious cargo And the sunlight on the water Sets a switch off in your brain The things that you've got coming will consume you There's someone waiting out there in an alley with a chain The ghosts that haunt your building are prepared to take on substance And the dull pain that you live with isn't getting any duller There's a closet full of almost-pristine videotape Documenting sordid little scenes in living color Here they come The young thousands Here they come The young thousands You drive east from the ocean with both hands tied on the wheel And you go past Garden Grove As the pleasure index rises The things that you've got coming will do things that you're afraid to There is someone waiting out there with a mouthful of surprises The ghosts that haunt your building have been learning how to breathe They scan the hallways nightly vainly searching for a sign There must be diamonds somewhere in a place that stinks this bad There are brighter things than diamonds coming down the line Here they come The young thousands Here they come The young thousands
Corsican Mastiff Stride (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 4)
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Blood Capsules (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 4)
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Hair Match (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 4)
You'll be maybe lunging for the bad guy's hip No one anticipates the sunset flip The referee and your opponent will hold you there And we're gonna bring in a folding chair We'll stipulate that there will be no cameras filming But of course there will be several in the building And if by chance somebody hits "record" And stands real still somewhere back behind the soundboard Cheap electric razor from the Thrifty down the street Two guys down around your ankles so you'll stay put in your seat Buzzing razor held aloft and just about to strike I loved you before I even ever knew what love was like Some people leave before it's over, but most of them stay Some hide behind their programs, some turn away Out in the parking lot you look up at the stars And all the cheap cars
Solidarity Forever (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 4)
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