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THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Tollund Man

I was sitting at the edge of the marsh
When the council came to bring me the news
They handed me a bowl of cooked wild grasses
And they gave me the ceremonial shoes

Goodbye young Danish women
Goodbye Danish sky
Goodbye cold air, I am going away
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – This Year

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 me and good things ahead
A girl named Cathy wants a little of my time
Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking
Ahh, listen to the engine whine

I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me

I played video games in a drunken haze
I was 17 years young
Hurt my knuckles punching the machines
The taste of scotch rich on my tongue

And then Cathy showed up and we hung out
Trading swigs from a bottle, all bitter and clean
Locking eyes, holding hands
Twin high maintenance machines

I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me

I drove home in the California dusk
I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum
Pictured the look on my stepfather’s face
Ready for the bad things to come

I down-shifted as I pulled into the driveway
The motor screaming out, stuck in second gear
The scene ends badly, as you might imagine
In a cavalcade of anger and fear
There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year

I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – The Best Ever Death Metal Band In Denton

The best ever death metal band out of Denton
Was a couple of guys who’d been friends since grade school
One was named Cyrus, the other was Jeff
And they practiced twice a week in Jeff’s bedroom

The best ever death metal band out of Denton
Never settled on a name
But the top three contenders after weeks of debate
Were Satan’s Fingers, and The Killers, and The Hospital Bombers

Jeff and Cyrus believed in their hearts
They were headed for stage lights and lear jets and fortune and fame
So in script that made prominent use of a pentagram
They stenciled their drum heads and guitars with their names

And this was how Cyrus got sent to the school
Where they told him he’d never be famous
And this was why Jeff, in the letters he’d write to his friend
Helped develop a plan to get even

When you punish a person for dreaming his dream
Don’t expect him to thank or forgive you
The best ever death metal band out of Denton
Will in time both outpace and outlive you

Hail Satan
Hail Satan tonight
Hail Satan
Hail, hail

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Sax Rohmer #1

Fog lifts from the harbor, dawn goes down to day
An agent crests the shadows of a nearby alleyway
Piles of broken bricks, signposts on the path
Every moments points toward the aftermath

Sailors straggle back from their nights out on the town
Hopeless urchins from the city gather around
Spies from imperial China wash in with the tide
Every battle heads toward surrender on both sides

And I am coming home to you
With my own blood in my mouth
And I coming home to you
If it’s the last thing that I do

Bells ring in the tower, wolves howl in the hills
Chalk marks show up on a few high windowsills
And a rabbit gives up somewhere and a dozen hawks descend
Every moment leads toward its own sad end

Ships loosed from their moorings capsize and then they’re gone
Sailors with no captains watch a while and then move on
And an agent crests the shadows and I head in her direction
All roads lead toward the same blocked intersection

I am coming home to you
With my own blood in my mouth
And I am coming home to you
If it’s the last thing that I do

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Pure Honey

I had a thousand good questions
I was gonna ask you when you finally came by
But now that you’re really here
There’s only one question that comes to my mind.

And that question being:
What’s with all the portuguese water dogs?
I’d like to repeat the question.
What’s with all the portuguese water dogs?

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Old College Try

From the housetops to the gutters
From the ocean to the shore
The warning signs have all been bright and garish
Far too great in number to ignore

From the cities to the swamplands
From the highways to the hills
Our love has never had a leg to stand on
From the aspirins to the cross-tops to the Elavils

But I will walk
Down to the end with you
If you will come
All the way down with me

From the entrance to the exit
Is longer than it looks from where we stand
I want to say I’m sorry for stuff I haven’t done yet
Things will shortly get completely out of hand

I can feel it in the rotten air tonight
In the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face
In the weak last gasp of the evening’s dying light
In the way those eyes I’ve always loved illuminate this place

Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell
Like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell
I will walk down to the end with you
If you will come all the way down with me

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Oceanographer’s Choice

Well, guy in a skeleton costume comes up to the guy in the Superman suit
Runs through him with a broadsword
I flip the television off, bring all the bright lights up
Turn the radio up loud

I don’t know why I’m so persuaded
That if I think things through
Long enough and hard enough
I’ll somehow get to you

But then you came in and we locked eyes
You kicked the ashtray over as we came toward each other
Stubbed my cigarette out against the west wall
Quickly lit another

Look at that, would you look at that?
We’re throwing off sparks
What will I do when I don’t have you
To hold onto in the dark?

Yes, everybody’s going to need a witness
Everybody’s going to need a little backup in case the scene gets nasty
You throw the attic window open and I throw myself all around you
And night comes to Tallahassee

I don’t know why it’s gotten harder to keep myself away
Thought I’d finally beat the feeling back, it all came back today
And then we fell down and we locked arms, we knocked the dresser over as we rolled across the floor
I don’t mean it when I tell you that I don’t love you anymore

Look at that, would you look at that?
The way the ceiling starts to swerve
What will I do when I don’t have you?
When I finally get what I deserve

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – No Children

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us

I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it’s already too late

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again

In my life, I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong

I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
And I hope I never get sober

And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way

I am drowning, there is no sign of land
You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Hellhound On My Trail

Gotta keep moving, gotta keep moving
Blues falling down like hail
Gotta keep moving
Blues falling down like hail

And the daylight keeps moving
There’s a hellhound on my trail

If today were Christmas eve
And tomorrow Christmas day
And if today were Christmas eve
And tomorrow were Christmas day

All I would need is my little rider
And the world would fade away

Gotta keep moving, gotta keep moving
Blues falling down like hail
Gotta keep moving
Blues falling down like hail

And the daylight keeps ta worryin’ me
There’s a hellhound on my trail

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Hatha Hill

as the sun went away,
you were sending out signals.
you had sugar on you stomach
you had sugar on your hair.
you had sugar underneath you eyes.
you had sugar on your mouth.
i know that trick too.
i know what i means, coming from you.

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Going To Maryland

the water’s real cool and the water’s real sweet
here’s hoping that no points repeat
because i bet against the chances that you’d ever be mine
laid everything down on the don’t pass line

and it’s a stupid trick of fortune anyway
but the lights are bright tonight
and your eyes shine tonight on chesapeake bay

walk through the water and our feet get wet
and on the dark ended water i see your silhouette
5 dollars says that it’s gone in a minute
5 dollars says that your heart goes with it

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Going To Georgia

The most remarkable thing about coming home to you
Is the feeling of being in motion again,

It’s the most extraordinary thing in the world.
I have two big hands
And a heart pumping blood
And a 1967 Colt .45
With a busted safety catch.

The world shines
As I cross the Macon county line,
Going to Georgia.

The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you
And that you are standing in the doorway

And you smile as you ease the gun from my hand
I am frozen with joy right where I stand.
The world throws its light underneath your hair.
40 miles from Atlanta, this is nowhere.

Going to Georgia

The world shines
As I cross the Macon county line,
Going to Georgia

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Going To Bangor

The ocean wind cold on our lips
Wild fern growing, sinking ships
All the signs are easy to read

In the morning you come my way
Your skin is pink, the sky is gray
There’s fresh cranberries in your mouth
With thick red water dripping out

You expect me to believe everything you say
Well, okay

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – FM

Hurry the bottle, mama
It’s grapefruit wine
Kick off your high-heeled sneakers
It’s party time

The girls don’t seem to care what’s on
As long as it plays ’til dawn
No static at all

Give her some fucked-up music
She treats you nice
Feed her some hungry reggae
She’ll love you twice

The girls don’t seem to care tonight
As long as the mood is right
No static at all
No static at all

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Dilaudid

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 me
Now you don’t
Now you say you love me
Pretty soon you won’t

If we get our full three-score and ten
We won’t pass this way again
So kiss me with your mouth open
Turn the tires toward the street and stay sweet

All the chickens come on home to roost
Plump bodies blotting out the sky
You know it breaks my heart in half, in half
When I see them try to fly

‘Cause you just can’t do
Things your body wasn’t meant to
Hike up your fishnets
I know you

If we live to see the other side of this
I will remember your kiss
So do it with your mouth open
And take your foot off of the brake, for Christ’s sake!

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Dance Music

Alright, I’m on Johnson Avenue in San Luis Obispo
And I’m five years old or six, maybe
And indications that there’s something wrong with our new house
Trip down the wire twice daily

I’m in the living room watching the Watergate hearings
While my stepfather yells at my mother
Launches a glass across the room, straight at her head
And I dash upstairs to take cover

Lean in close to my little record player on the floor
So this is what the volume knob’s for
I listen to dance music
Dance music

Okay, so look, I’m 17 years old
And you’re the last, best thing I’ve got going
But then the special secret sickness starts to eat through you
What am I supposed to do? No way of knowing

So I follow you down your twisting alleyways
Find a few cul de sacs of my own
There’s only one place this road ever ends up
And I don’t want to die alone

Let me down, let me down, let me down gently
When the police come to get me
I’m listening to dance music
Dance music

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Cotton

This song is for the rats
Who hurled themselves into the ocean
When they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold
Were just about to blow

This song is for the soil
That’s toxic clear down to the bedrock
Where no thing of consequence can grow
Drop your seeds there, let them go

Let them all go
Let ‘em all go

This song is for the people
Who tell their families that they’re sorry
For things they can’t
And won’t feel sorry for

And once there was a desk
And now it’s in a storage locker somewhere
And this song is for the stick pins and the cottons
I left in the top drawer

Let ‘em all go
Let ‘em all go

I wanna sing one for the cars
That are right now headed silent down the highway
And it’s dark and there is nobody driving
And something has got to give

I saw you waiting by the roadside
You didn’t know that I was watching
Now you know
Let it all go

Let ‘em all go
Let it all go

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Broom People

’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 don’t have a clue
Well-meaning teachers
But down in your arms, in your arms
I am a wild creature

Floor two-foot high with newspapers
White carpet thick with pet hair
Half-eaten gallons of ice cream in the freezer
Fresh fuel for the sodium flares

I write down good reasons to freeze to death
In my spiral ring notebook
But in the long tresses of your hair
I am a babbling brook

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Autoclave

Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes
As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize
Maybe it’s the heat in here, maybe it’s the pressure
You ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better

I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
And no one in her right mind would make my home her home
My heart’s an autoclave
My heart’s an autoclave

When I try to open up to you, I get completely lost
Houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost
And I reach deep down within but the pathways twist and turn
And there’s no light anymore and nothing left to burn

I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
And no emotion that’s worth having could call my heart its home
My heart’s an autoclave
My heart’s an autoclave

I dreamt that I was perched atop a throne of human skulls
On a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and shrieking seagulls
And the dream went on forever, one single static frame
Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name

And I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
And no one in her right mind would make her home my home
My heart’s an autoclave
My heart’s an autoclave

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS – Going To Alaska

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 meaning 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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