Of Montreal
"A Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger"

i spent the winter on the verge of a total breakdown while living in norway
i felt the darkness of the black metal bands
but being such a faun of a man i didn't burn down any old churches
just slept way too much just slept

my mind rejects the frequency it's static craziness to me is it a solar fever?
the t.v. man is too loud our plane is sleeping on a cloud
you turn the dial i'll try and smile
we've eaten plastic weather this family sticks together
we will escape from the south to the west side
my mind rejects the frequency it's just verbosity to me
what did he say?

i spent the winter with my nose buried in a book
while trying to restructure my character
cause it had become vile to it's creator
and through many dreadful i nights i lay praying to a saint
that nobody has heard of
and waiting for some high times to come again

dirty old shadow stay away don't play your games with me
i am older now i see the way you operate
if you don't hurt me then you die