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Silver Jews Album



2005
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Where's the paper bag that holds the liquor?
Just in case I feel the need to puke.
If we'd known what it'd take to get here,
Would we have chosen to?
Would we have chosen to?

So you wanna build an altar on a summer night?
You wanna smoke the gel off a fentanyl patch.
Ain'tcha heard the news? Adam and Eve were Jews.
And I always loved you to the max.

I loved you to the max
I loved you to the max
I loved you to the max

If it gets really really bad,
If it ever gets really really bad,
Let's not kid ourselves.
It gets really really bad.

Punks in the beerlight
Burnouts in love.
Punks in the beerlight
Toulouse-Lautrec.
Punks in the beerlight
Two burnouts in love.

I'd always loved you to the max
I loved you to the max
I loved you to the max

. . .


Where does an animal sleep when the ground is wet?
Cows in the ballroom, chickens in the farmer's corvette.

Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony
gets depressed!

How does an animal see once the sun has set?
Bandits in the capital, limited civilian unrest.

Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony
gets depressed!

What kind of animal needs to smoke a cigarette?
Grass in the pasture is sharper than a bayonet.

Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony
gets depressed!

"Happiness won't leave me alone!" Sings the bird in his nest.
"Get a load of this fucking view, it's the best in the west!"

Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony
gets depressed!

. . .


I've been living in a k-hole
Ever since you went away
I've been down here day after day

I'd rather live in a trash can
Than see you happy with another man
Closed sign swinging in the window of the liquor store
Better get inside the kingdom and close the door

Andre was a young black Santa Claus
He didn't want to be like his daddy was
Better take the gun with you when you go
He'd rather be dead than anything he knows
Girl in the special economic zone

Closed sign swinging in the window of the liquor store
Better get inside the kingdom and close the door

. . .


Gold and Green
Red and Blue
Are the lights on the signs that line Charlotte avenue.
From the corner window, I watch the falling white flakes.
God must be carving the clouds into animal shapes.

Animal shapes, animal shapes
God must be carving the clouds into animal shapes.

We have no goodwill, no goodwill to give.
To those who try to take away the things we need to live.
Friend, this is from your friend, offa Natchez Trace.
The last dream left worth believin' starts with animal shapes.

Animal shapes, animal shapes
Nothing better get in the way of whatever it takes.

Later on, somewhere else, I said some things I didn't mean.
Yes, I know everybody's on a first name basis with the king.
From a corner window, I watch the falling snowflakes.
God must be carving the clouds into animal shapes.

Animal shapes, animal shapes
God must be carving the clouds into animal shapes (x2)

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Baby won't you take this magnet
Maybe put my picture back on the fridge
I must've been crazy to let you get away like you did
Like a brown bird nesting in a Texas casern
I got a point of view

And the kicker is that
I'm getting back
Into getting back
Into you

I guess over time we became ducks
I never seemed to see you much
Then the world turned and got away
We fell out of touch

I've been working at the airport bar
It's like Christmas in a submarine
Wings and brandy on a winter's night
I guess you wouldn't call it a scene

Now my ex-wife's living in the suburbs with her guru and her mom
Now she finds her consolation in the stardust of a barn
You can call it a spinoff, say it's a knockoff, title it part two

But I'm getting back
Into getting back
Into getting back into you

. . .


fast cars,
fine ass,
these things
will pass,
and it won't
get more
profound.

time is a game only children play well.
how can I love you if you won't lie down?

bayou.
doorbell.
who's who,
in hell?
my kingdom
for a crown.

time is a game only children play well.
how can I love you if you won't lie down?

. . .


The river winds 'round these little green hills
And stays in the woods for days
We were built to consider the unmanifested
And make of love an immaculate place

I hear a smile and a tear in you voice
Don't lay the groundwork for a case of remose
When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind
I'll come back the way that I came
Shot of dixie hemlock will take care of the pain

Now a man keeps his money folded square in his pocket
And doesn't take everything that he could
He'll rise like a lion and line himself up
With the poor, the fair, and the good

When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind
Will you hang a lamp at the end of the lane?
Black-eyed susans from thre Maryland shore
We'll trim back the thorns around the hospital door
More will be seen than will be understood
Go with the poor, the fair, and the good
The poor, the fair, and the good

. . .


I heard they were taming the shrew.
I heard the shrew was you.
You might as well say, "Fuck me," cause I'm gonna keep on; keep on loving you.

I'd crawl over 50 yards of broken glass just to make it with you.
Sleeping is the only love.
Sleeping is the only love.

I had this friend his name was Marc with a C.
His sister was like the heat coming off the back of an old TV.
Their folks were slain in their red boiling springs home.
It was the worst of the Lord; some of the worst of the Lord.

Later I'd come to find life was sweeter than Jewish wine.
Give a box of candy or a foot massage - some people don't take the time.

I'd crawl over 50 yards of burning coals just to make it with you.
Sleeping is the only love.
Sleeping is the only love.

. . .


The lights went out in New York
Then they went out in Goshen
I got stuck in Goshen and that was sad.
The townsolf stared hard
Like their minds had been marred
By life in a district so downtrodden and drab.

I flagged down a stranger
In a worn wooden wheelchair
And when I asked if he knew of a hotel
He said "if I get your meaning
Then I'm definitely leaning
Towards recommending the Farmer's Hotel."

As I left to find the place
A mother loooked me in the face
And whispered "please sir, not the Farmer's Hotel."
Once where I was headed
She swore I would regret it
Though what might happen she wouldn't foretell.

The old place it was vicious
Wicked and pernicious
"Please stay clean of that rank abbatoir"
Though her words alarmed me
I was stuck until morning
And in the end we must be who we are.

With no light on the door
I wasn't quite sure
If a night clerk was working within
From behind a red curtain
Limped a perilous person
He appeared to have some egg on his chin.

This old yankee warlock
Brushed back a gray forelock
And bid me to sign in the book
With no bonhomie
He proffered the key
Never once did he give me a look.

I thanked the old codger
And in my role as the lodger
I headed upstairs for to sleep
There was no air of slumber
The doors, they had no numbers
Which room was intended for me?

The passage kept on going
Like the carpet was flowing
Towards that thing at the end of the hall
My own eyed had adjusted
This account can be trusted
Because I know that I saw what I saw.

I heard animal noises
And tangled up voices
Chanting more and of rumors of more
There's no natural law
That can explain what I saw
Spread out on that straw-covered floor.

Now I've put an ocean
Between myself and Goshen
To get away from the Farmer's Hotel
If you get a nation
To travel to Goshen
Please stay away from the Farmer's Hotel

The lights went out in Goshen
Just like poetry in motion
And I checked into the Farmer's Hotel
Things to unclean
Are better left unseen
Please keep away from the Farmer's Hotel

. . .


There is a place past the blues
I never want to see again
There is a place past the blues
I never want to see

Black planet
Black freighter
Black sea

Police conversation 1783

I saw God's shadow on this world
I saw God's shadow on this world
I saw God's shadow on this world
I saw God's shadow on this world

I could not love the world entire
There grew a desert in my mind
I took a hammer to it all
Like an insane medieval king

I saw God's shadow on this world
I saw God's shadow on this world
I saw God's shadow on this world
I saw God's shadow on this world

I could not love the world entire
There grew a desert in my mind
I took a hammer to it all
I took a hammer to it all

I saw God's shadow on this world...

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