Thursday, April 11, 2013

"He shares my love of Tibetan throat singing" April 11, 2013

From the album Baseball, released 2001
"Meet me where the city turns to trees/ and nothing comes for free/ let's see just how imposing you can be to me/ so far from road-marks or homecoming games/ go on drop your fucking names/ try to shift the blame/ watch me take a crowbar/ to your brand new car/ without the things your daddy bought you/ you won't get very far without your/ plastic friends/ and your odds and ends would you still be a star/ the idle rich cocooned away from Earth/ you're cynical from birth/ tell me what you think your pride is worth to me/ when all you can do is call me gay/ sorry I don't swing that way...
/do you think you can take me now/ your only weapon is your name anyhow/ and if you think that you can take me now/ you've got another thing coming/ you think/ think/ think/ do you think I'm scared to play your games/ battle is my middle name"

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