The Mountain Goats Album

Big city, wide corner,
New flowers, cold comfort.
56 Fahrenheit early in the morning.
Buses passing by black smoke in their wake.
Big surprises, a lot of big surprises
Bones ringing, running away with what Freud said.

New morning, world breathing,
Far, far from home
Big ringing in the bones
Whose bones are these? God please.
Feeling the pumping, feeling the fresh blood pump inside
City's living, the city's truly living
What's the difference?
Running away with what Freud said.

I have a hand disfigured by snakebite.
I have a couple of things that I really like
and I am heading your way all the time.

I'm going to move all my vital organs
to someplace outside my body.
The wiring is something you would not believe.

I feel no pain as I float across your ceiling, and I --
I have no shame.
I am in a thousand rooms all at the same time.
Yeah and I have a glass
filled with water and light, and I feel good tonight.
I am climbing up this mountain.
You can watch me. You can watch me.

you leave, you're gonna get athletes foot.
athletes foot, when you leave. oooh.
athletes foot, athletes foot,
athletes foot, when you leave.
oooh, oooh.

[voices in background, giggling]

if you leave, you're gonna get athletes foot.
athletes foot, when you leave.
oooh. athletes foot, athletes foot.
athletes foot, when you leave. oooh.

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don't take the dogs away.
don't take that dog away from me.
don't take the dogs away.
don't take the dogs away from me.

you do this every time.
you do this every time I swear.
you do this every time.
you do this every time I learned.

just look around.
just look around the house we're in.
what should I say to you?
where do you want me to begin?

don't take the dogs away.
don't take the dogs away from me.
don't take the dogs away.
don't take the dogs away from me.

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you say you came to see me,
because you had nothing else to do,
but I've got a radio.
you say you'd thought you'd stop on by
and let me have a look at you,
but I've got a radio.
I've got a radio.
I've got a radio.
I've got a radio.
I've got a radio.

you say you brought some photographs,
but I don't care to see them,
'cause I've got a radio.

you say this place must get dull sometimes,
but that's not the way I see it.
'cause I've got a radio.
I've got a radio.
I've got a radio.
I've got me a radio.
I've got a radio.

you see these frogs are treacherous,
but how long has it been since you've seen my feet?
you see, I've got a radio.
you warned me about all sorts of things,
but that's not the sort of warning that I need.
you see, I've got a radio.
I've got a radio.
I've got a radio.
I've got a radio.
I've got a radio.

The jacaranda are wet with color,
and the heat is a great paint brush, lending color to our lives,
and to the air, and to out faces; but I'm going to Alaska
where there's snow to suck the sound out from the air.

Up, yes, in the branches,
the purple blossoms, go pale at the edges;
there is meanining in the shifting of the sap, and I see in them traces
of last year, but then they hadn't grown so strong,
and their limbs were more like wires. Now they are cables.
thick and alive with alien electricity, and I am going to Alaska,
where you can go blind just by looking at the ground,
where fat is eaten by itself
just to keep the body warm.

Because from where we are now, it seems, really,
that everything is growing in a thousand different ways;
that the soil is soaked through with old blood and with relatives
who were buried here, or close to here, and they are giving rise
to what is happening. Or can you tell me otherwise?
I am going to Alaska, where the animals can kill you,
but they do so in silence, as though if no-one hears them,
then it really won't matter. I am going to Alaska.
They tell me that it's perfect for my purposes.

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