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Ghana
Artist: The Mountain Goats
Release: 2002-04-23
Tracks & Lyrics
Golden Boy
you must try to lead a good life you must do unto others as you would have them do so that when you die you'll find golden boy peanuts waiting in the afterlife for you there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell so you can't buy golden boy peanuts there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell so you can't buy golden boy peanuts if thine enemy oppresseth you you must let him oppress you some more so that when you go shopping in paradise you'll find those magnificent peanuts from singapore with the drawing of the young chinese farmer the eastern sun behind him smiling at you from the shelves if we want to spend eternity in happiness well we're gonna have watch ourselves you must give to the march of dimes you must be on guard against wickedness at all times and you'll find that your efforts have brought you great joy when your spirit is munching on that golden boy there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell so you can't buy golden boy peanuts there but the streets of heaven are lined with shelves and there's billboards of the golden boy everywhere there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell so you can't buy golden boy peanuts there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell so you can't buy golden boy peanuts... GO!
Pure Gold
1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2 hey don't touch the door. because the door will surely kill you. i hear you saying that you don't see what i mean, well you better look again. stop looking at the floor. because the whole building's turning, and turning, and turning. and don't touch the door. can't you see the door's burning? and all at once the street is filled with light. and all at once the street is filled with sound. when i hold you i know our number's being called somewhere. let them come on down
Papagallo
you were standing near the water, when the wind ripped through. heard your throat open up like a champagne bottle i heard the one perfect song pouring out of you, there was a darkening sky reflected on the river. there was no way of determining where we were low hills, colors gone crazy, you standing like a ghost with the water behind you. it's hard to grab ahold of some things sometimes, like you need me to remind you. you were standing near the water. and i was looking at the water. then you went down in the water, and the river began to boil. there was a minute when i thought i knew what you were about, and then you opened up your eyes and the lord came out low hills, colors gone crazy, you rising from the water like a bird, you had a pure song possessing you from shoulder to hip and i recognized every single word
Song For John Davis
the day we set sail from england the wind behind us was fair the day we set sail from england there were smiling faces everywhere and the snow came down on new hampshire today and the snow came down on new hampshire today the day we put the grain into the ground there were smiling faces all around and underneath the trees we planted when we landed when i was a child i spoke with the language of a child but when i became a man, i put away childish things and the snow came down on new hampshire today and the snow came down on new hampshire today
Stars Around Her
i saw the darkness coming down, it posed no threat to me i let the dakrness ease its way around it was every good thing i'd expected it would be i saw you coming, through the twisting vines outside i saw the new moon collide with the stars clustered around her. i saw the young fruit, on the new lime i felt your breath catch it's rhythm. i heard your legs push away the tall dry brush i saw the moon and the stars and knew the secrets within them. i heard you saying my name into my ear no one has to tell me why you've come here, 'cause i know. i know. i know
Going To Port Washington
the trees were all decked out in their best fall colors there was a snap in the air when you eased down the window and the new york sun brought out the highlights in your hair and gently, gently the constellations aligned and as we crossed over the throgs neck bridge i had something on my mind when we rolled down the street in the cool of the morning i could feel the new day dawn and somebody had gone and turned the waterworks on and slowly, surely i saw the whole story unwind i had never loved anyone like i loved you and i had something on my mind
Blood Royal
i remembered you. i remembered where you'd come from. i remembered you. i remembered where you've gone. in the shifting neon air, saw the colors of the revolution everywhere blood royal. i remembered you. i remembered all the things you said. i remembered the shape of your face. i let the thought go to my head. in the iron blue dawn, i felt power coming on. blood royal
The Only Thing I Know
when you came back from trenton, all the sparkle was gone. and you stood in the shadow and the curtains were drawn and i know you're lying. and you know you're lying too. that is just about the only thing i know about you. when you pocketed your eyeshadow and you picked up the phone, stepped out on the balcony and drank in the drone. and i know you're leaving. and you know you're leaving too. that is just about the only thing i know about you. when you stop on the sidewalk and you looked up above you, warm wet air came down to shelter me. how much do i love you? well you know you're dying. and i know you're dying too. that is just about the only thing i know about you
Raja Vocative
a bird you would've liked brought the sky down, but it was useless to see it without you around. and in the unstoppable camera of my mind's eye, i saw you and some foreign guy. and i could hear you voice ringing. and i could hear you singing. from all the way across the country in palm springs, i can hear you now. your laughter tore through the new jersey night, and i can't stand it, but i'm alright. stood out on the balcony and i took a look around and a bird you would've loved the sight of brought the sky down. and i can hear you voice ringing. and i can hear you singing. from all the way across the country in palm springs, i can hear you now
Hatha Hill
as the sun went away, you were sending out signals. you had sugar on you stomach you had sugar on your hair. you had sugar underneath you eyes. you had sugar on your mouth. i know that trick too. i know what i means, coming from you
Going To Kirby Sigston
we boarded up the windows. and we sealed the door shut. and we let the special chicken build a nest right by the window. your face was glowing. the heat was strong. we ate cold black eggs all day long in the winter when the wind kicked up. i saw your body moving through the incandescent light. you were dancing by yourself there. your sweater hugged your shoulders and it was alright. we plucked sugar crystals from the cold english air. i had a present for ya hidden down there in the winter when the wind kicked up
Please Come Home To Hamngatan
jewel theives, jewel thieves leave fingerprints on everything jewel theives, jewel thieves leave fingerprints on everything but around here, around here, we don't dust for fingerprints. snake oil peddlers, snake oil peddlers, we can spot 'em half a mile away snake oil peddlers, we can spot 'em half a mile away but these days, these days, we drink a lot of snake oil. adulterers, adulterers, always give themselves away adulterers, adulterers, always give themselves away but down here, around here where the moose run wild, and you can't think clearly we let 'em off pretty easy
The Last Day Of Jimi Hendrix's Life
on the last of his life, jimi hendrix woke up and made his way down the hall and he adjusted the knobs on the shower till the water came out just the way he liked it it was hot but not too hot it was hot but not too hot on the last afternoon of his life, jimi hendrix went to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water he put four ice cubes into the glass there is nothing like cold water there is nothing
Orange Ball Of Peace
they wanted me to be a lawyer. they wanted me to work in a machine shop. they wanted me to be a designer, but I came out on top. I'm a fire-man. I'm a fire-man. stand and watch the smoke. see the flames rise to the sky. I stand and watch the flames climb higher. I feel the smoke get in my eyes. I'm a fire-man. I'm a fire-man
Standard Bitter Love Song #8
I went down to lloyd center looking for you. but a mouth full of anger blocked my view. he took your hand there in the skating the rink. god will give him blood to drink. saw the two of you leaving. I didn't want to follow behind. but I could see the rest of your evening, burning in my mind. the sky's black. the moon's pink. god will give him blood to drink. I looked over the railing. ice was white on the northeast side where I saw you and your boyfriend on a friday night. I went mining for gold. I struck pure, fresh zinc. god, god will give him blood to drink. hey, hey, hey
Chino Love Song 1979
and the may sun shone down on california. and the strawberries grew fat and full and thick and red and as big as your fist and the traffic on riverside drive was thin but by no means non-existant. when I saw you against the soda machine. I saw you leaning there. and your hand in the basket was nimble-fingered, and red finger-nailed and it made me remember the sunflower that popped-up outside my window one morning in norwalk it was bright yellow and it was real inviting and I almost forgot that it was an intruder and I saw you against the soda machine. I saw you leaning there. I saw you against the soda machine. I saw you leaning there
Wrong!
you know. you know. you see what's going on with me. but you don't do anything. you don't do anything. you don't do anything. you feel. you feel. and you hear. the time's near. but you don't do anything. you don't do anything. you don't do anything. you don't do anything. 2, 3, 4
Going To Jamaica
I saw the last of the brightly colored birds check out of maine for the other world. and you ask me how much longer we have to stay here. but I'm not at liberty to say. and what flowers there were around kingston are blue. I ripped them up from the dry soil and draped them over you. we saw the last of the bright colored birds coming home. I saw you address them through your megaphone. and you asked me when we were leaving. well, it's any day now. and what flowers there were around trenchtown were red. I stole them from the hands of children. I braided them around your head
Alpha Gelida
popcorn was snapping in the hot oil on the kitchen stove and the sky through the kitchen window was cold and poised and threatening. heard your voice come lilting through the wall. I heard your voice come sailing from the other room. let the young lions come. let me break their jaws. let the young lions come out. let me break their jaws with my bare fingers. coffee was dripping through the paper filter cone. the hip scent of it nearly knocked me out. I heard your voice come lilting through the back of the refrigerator. I heard your voice come breaking through the wall. let the young lions come out. let me talk them out of it. let the young lions come. let me break their jaws with my bare fingers
Wild Palm City
i see five fingers on each hand. i see only as far as my arms can stretch. after that it all gets kinda blurry. i see the air compressor vent where it rises up from the hot ground, but i'm not afraid. i see what's going through it's you, only it's bigger and better and brighter. i got the sofa set up right here. i got a room, a room full of sand. open up your mouth, and buddy, you'll wish that you hadn't. i feel the new day coming on strong. i see cindy and she's talking up a storm. i remember her, and i see who she's bringing. it's you, only it's bigger and thinner and wider. i touch the leaves of the plant next to me. they're thicker than they were the last time i touched them and it curls quickly around my hand there are stars up there even when you can't see them i'll tell you something that really bothers me. how are we supposed to get anything done? with those starts casting shadows that look just like spiders? yeah, it's you, but this time you're coiled up much tighter
The Anglo-Saxons
john: "we'd like to dedicate this song to our friends, the former inhabitants of the british isles!" they used to paint their bodies blue a couple of them might be distantly related to you. according to ceasar they shaved their entire bodies, except for the upper lip and the head yeah, the anglo-saxons yeah, the anglo-saxons a sub-literate bunch of guys, though some sources say otherwise. yeah, the anglo-saxons yeah, they were men on a mission, preserving their poetry by oral tradition yeah, oral tradition is all you get until saint augustine brought in the alphabet. yeah, the anglo-saxons yeah, the anglo-saxons, in 1065 they were ragin' but 1066 brought the norman invasion. yeah, the anglo-saxons go!
Flight 717: Going To Denmark
your bright eyes render all discussion pointless your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure i look at you and i know that the house will come down because your burning eyes are bright and pure but there's a room for us in a red brick building by a bright green field in denmark i've got a twitch in my leg and it makes me nervous and i've got fifty cents in my watch pocket and your name beating march time in my blood putting pressure on the hollows of my eye sockets there's a room for us in a red brick building by a bright green field in a very old country my mouth is open so you can stuff the bright red roses in. 'cause i feel the california sky closing in. there's a room for us on the third floor of a red brick building by a green field with a stream running through it in denmark. yeah!
The Admonishing Song
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Anti-Music Song
i saw you on tv doing a bad imitation of van morrison and i saw you on tv doing a bad imitation of a second rate songwriter from the eighties named morrissey i never liked morrissey and i don't like you. i saw you tv, doing an imitation of an imitation of jimi hendrix that's really pathetic and i saw you on tv trying to figure out what brian jones would be like if he'd have lived 'til today i can tell you myself he'd be like brian wilson i don't like brian wilson and i don't like you i don't like you
Going To Hungary
we touched down in budapest headed straight for the motel rooom and got undressed we had not slept for three or four days and we slipped underneath the covers it felt ok about twelve hours later the sun came out to play i felt it on my eyelids i pushed your hair away you put on your old gloves you put on your new shirt i put on my cowboy boots i slipped on my yellow shirt we headed out, sweat drying on our bodies and i got all sentimental we were heading straight to hell in a lincoln continental