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Lambchop

The Old Gold Shoe

 

The Old Gold Shoe

(álbum: Nixon - 2000)


The gold stereo
Stretches out the sound
Turns the plates until they're rounded
The whole that you know
Gets closer to the ground
Closer to that thing you found

For all our massive brains
To call on choked remains
It's painful
It's certain
That something's bound to break
(Inside)

This house is not alone
I'm kicking 'round here somewhere
So check behind the ancient speaker
Like painful southern bliss
Pured upon like caramel
And garnished with some crushed pecans

To grow is not to grind
To mope is not to mind
The old cap
The geezer
The 15 second teaser

Behold and you know
Everyone's a ringer
He's not even a very good singer
The dirt on the tracks
Has hardened into clusters of
Earthen legs and honey mustard

A storm is closing in
Our leaves start to spin
It's getting
Much later
I wish I heard your radio
(Tonight)

The people in the rain
Are staring through our backs
Wishing you had half a brain
For all our little pain
Tender is the mangle
The science diet the ivory tangle

The world goes away
Each every stinking day
I'm getting
Much better
This night's little upsetter

The kids out in the street
Take their toys and break them
Look at them, then walk away
The guy on the cross
Is holier than I
But then again he's made from plastic

There's cattle tied with a chain
Pinch the weeping Willie
I know it's dumb, but sometimes I'm silly
I crawl out of the rain

Think of me as fetal
Think of me as the fifth Beatle

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