The Mountain Goats

[fox69]

"Yam, The King Of Crops"

"Yam, The King Of Crops"



Felt sick, felt good
The heat burns, old wood
Muscles in my arms pump like machines
The jericho palm tree is plush and green

Bright sun, the new day
I felt sick in a good way
Felt the fever climb when you came down
All the way across town

And you brought me a plate of sweet potatoes

Sun fading overhead
The sunset, bright red
Your green eyes, your smooth walk
Fresh tomato, celery stalk, you cook
Pot of pari basmati rice
I felt good, you looked nice
You stood like galatea, over me
Fried garlic, kim chee
And you brought me a plate of sweet potatoes

 

[fox69]

"Yoga"

"Yoga"



We had our passports out and the kits to fix 'em up with
And the hurricane lamp cast our shadows on the ceiling
I watched 'em box with one another like punch and judy
It was dangerous and delightful
It was that kind of feeling
When you said you were sure there was nothing standing in our way
And the lie ran off and hid itself in the alleys all around bombay

I saw you knock the lamp over while reaching for the scissors
And I wondered how we'd ever get by without it
And you fell into my arms, sweet and gentle
Poison in the water
Little doubt about it
And you said that one of us would be all alone someday
And the truth of it echoed inexhaustably all across bombay
La la la

 

[fox69]

"You Or Your Memory"

"You Or Your Memory"



I checked into a bargain priced room on La Cienega
Gazed out through the curtains at the parking lot
Walked down to the corner store just before nightfall in my bare feet
Black tarry asphalt, soft and hot

And when I came back, I spread out my supplies
On the counter by the sink, looked myself right in the eyes

St. Joseph's baby aspirin
Bartles & Jaymes
And you
Or your memory

I ducked behind the drapes when I saw the moon begin to rise
Gathered in my loose ends, switched off the light
And down there in the dark I could see the real truth about me
As clear as day, lord, if I make it through tonight

Then I will mend my ways
And walk the straight path to the end of my days

St. Joseph's baby aspirin
Bartles & Jaymes
And you
Or your memory

 

[fox69]

"You're So Vain"

"You're So Vain"



Well you walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht.
Your hat strategically dipped beneath one eye.
Your scarf it was apricot.
You had one eye on the mirror and
You watched yourself a lot.
And all the boys dreamed that they'd be your partner,
They'd be your partner, yeah.

Well you had me several years ago
When i was still quite naive.
And you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave.
But you gave away the things you loved,
And one of them was me.
I had some dreams there were clouds in my coffee,
Clouds in my coffee, yeah.

Well i heard that you went of to saratoga
And your horse naturally won.
And then you chartered a leer jet to nova scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun.
Yeah, you're always where you should be and
When you're not you're with some underworld spy
Or your best friend's boyfriend.
Your best friend's boyfriend.
Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Young Caesar 2000"

"Young Caesar 2000"



when I was twelve years old, they put me on the throne
when I was twelve years old, they made me king
from the ocean south of here to the northern hemisphere, they gave me everything
now i'm thirteen, and no one takes me seriously
now i'm thirteen, and they're trying to take away control
I don't know how stupid you all think I am
but as sure as flowers grow along the western wall, some heads are going to roll
yeah

 

[fox69]

"Your Belgian Things"

"Your Belgian Things"



The men were here to get your Belgian things
They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar
There's guys in biohazard suits, mud caking on their rubber boots
They've come to keep your pretty things from danger

The men came here to get your Belgian things
They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs
I shot a roll of 32 exposures
My camera groans beneath the weight it bears

I can see you in my sleep
Playing the points for all your worth
Walking gingerly across
The bruised earth

The men came here to get your Belgian things
They waltzed right through the door and went fluorescent
Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars
Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent

The arteries are clogging in the mainframe
There's too much information in the pipes
I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom
A tiger's never gonna change its stripes

I guess, I guess
But Jesus, what a mess
One way in
No way out

The men came here to get your Belgian things
While I was only here to see them do it
I wish you had a number where you are
It's hard with no one here to help me through it

I can see you in my sleep
Playing the points for all your worth
Walking gingerly across
The bruised earth

 

[fox69]

"שקט (Be Quiet)"

"שקט (Be Quiet)"



You've been away, for quite some time.
and now the rules are different,
now everything's mine.
backtrack. hey say, what's the problem?
here's the problem:
everything's mine.

I can't be quiet.
I can't be quiet any more.
I can't be quiet.
I can't be quiet any more.
yeah.

you've been away, for quite some time.
and now the rules are different,
now everything's mine.
backtrack. hey, what's the problem?
here's the problem:
everything's mine.

I can't be quiet.