Laulunsanoja:
Mountain Goats The The Sunset Tree

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got up before dawn went down to the racetrack. riding with the windows down shortly after your first heart attack. you parked behind the paddock, cracking

I broke free on a saturday morning I put the pedal to the floor headed north on mills avenue and listened to the engine roar my broken house behind

I checked into a bargain-priced room on Lacienica, gazed out through the curtains at the parking lot. walked down to the corner store just before nightfall

The reception's gotten fuzzy. The delicate balance has shifted. Put on your gloves and black pumps. Let's pretend the fog has lifted. Now you see me,

'36 hudson in the garage, all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room, dishes in the kitchen sink, new straw for the old broom, friends who dont have

alright I'm on johnson avenue in san luis obispo and I'm five years old or six maybe. and indications there's something wrong with our new house trip

the reception's gotten fuzzy. the delicate balance has shifted. put on your gloves and your black pumps. let's pretend the fog has lifted. now you see

we all woke up that morning, claw marks on our little faces. the dull thud from the treetops the echo in the hollow places rose up high and lonely wringing