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Silver Jews

Buckingham Rabbit

 

Buckingham Rabbit

(album: American Water - 1998)


Back then I had a Buckingham rabbit
I'd been lonely since she found Christ
Now is the time to depend on the law
The nights of my professional life
It's the nights of my professional life

I was living in a very young city
Grand piano, great lakes goodbye
If you ask me my name, it's high-low-jack in the game
I can track a single bee to the hive

Every single game was a blowout
And the NASCAR blurred into porn
Scenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps
Of the man who was never born
The man who was never born

And so the rent became whiskey
And then my life became risky
And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey
Shattered dogs on the rocks

At the back of the bar there's a couch
Where the lonely people go and lie
They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist
Into the wee hours of the night
Into the wee hours of the night

The factory's on muscle relaxers
The pine perfume of hilltown floors
The lover, the thinker, the talker, the singer
Won't be lucid for her anymore
Won't be lucid for her anymore

And so the rent became whiskey
And then my life became risky
And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey
Shattered dogs on the rocks, shattered dogs on the rocks

When you know how I feel I feel better
When you're fifteen you want to look poor
You do unto others and run like a mother
I don't want to look poor anymore
No, I don't want to look poor anymore

Jesus in a runaway shelter
Said "The deaf have pictures of you"
From the digital fountains to the analog mountains
Let the mirror express the room
Let the mirror express the room

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