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The Mountain Goats
The Mountain Goats


Background information
Origin Claremont, California, United States
Genre(s) Folk-Rock
Lo-Fi
Indie Rock
Years active 1991—present
Label(s) 4AD
Merge Records
Associated acts The Extra Lens
John Vanderslice
Kaki King
Website Website
Members
Jon Wurster
John Darnielle
Peter Hughes



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The Mountain Goats Album



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I see the flowers in your garden are in bloom.
I see the flags are flying high.
I hear you've gone and rearranged things in your room.
I guess you're trying to cut-off my air supply.

I came toward your window, real slowly.
I knew deep down I was about to strike oil.
I guess by the now the flowers in your garden know me.
I felt them trying to get at me through the soil.

my bare feet felt the cool, soft dirt,
moving up my ankles, but I don't fear you.
the thorns began tearing at my shirt,
but I didn't even care when they tore clear through.

your garden can't hurt me.
your flowers don't threaten my life.
your garden can't hurt me anymore.
your flowers don't threaten my life.

. . .


there was the sound of a lake boiling over
on that day.
everyone said just to sit still,
but the thickening air got in my way.

so the hooks been baited now,
yeah, the cheese is on the water.
yeah, all the water's been cleansed of all impurities,
but now it really doesn't matter.
let's go! let's go!

wisconsin bound.
wisconsin bound.
wisconsin bound.
yeah, wisconsin bound.

the bottom of the boat was a hot-plate come alive.
but the boat wasn't real, and this is how I feel:
you don't know where you are, until you arrive.
and the frogs sang out from the distant banks.
and you say you need me in california,
but, no thanks!

wisconsin bound.
wisconsin bound.
wisconsin bound.
yeah, wisconsin bound.

let's go!

. . .


I hear you moving in the hallway.
I hear you sharpening your claws.
I hear you polishing your teeth, sometimes.
but I don't mind.

and I hear you out in the garage.
I hear you messing with the motor.
I hear you tinker with the engine, sometimes.
but I don't mind.

and I hear you moving in the kitchen!
I hear you in there late at night.
I notice when you leave the gas jets on sometimes.
but I don't mind.

. . .


The house was pretty and the yard was wide
And I felt strong with you at my side
Your eyes at night had a beautiful glowing in them
And I knew in my heart just what was growing in them

Ah, but you made me drink poison
It felt smooth running down my throat
I love you, and you made me drink poison
It was cool and smooth and sweet
Do you remember?

We had a bed of daisies thriving in the yard
And I quit my job, so I could hold you all the time
I tried to stop the thing metastasizing in us
But in the warm, slow evening
I could feel it rising in us

Ah, and you made me drink poison
It felt so smooth, sliding down my throat
I love you so much, and you made me drink poison
It was cool and smooth and sweet and cool
And smooth and sweet and cool and smooth

. . .


[spoken:] we'll just try that again.

the sun was coming up, and our friend was sound asleep.
but we saw through the window, that the water ran so deep,
that you couldn't make out, the ocean floor,
then I saw you in the light. I couldn't take it any more.

give me your hand.
give me everything you've got.
and the light from window will fall on us burning hot,
just like a torch.

the air was humid; I will not forget.
when we stepped outside, I hear your footsteps.
now in my mind, it's a soft sound,
almost imperceptible, against the giving ground.

let me kiss your eyelids with my lips.
let me feel the heat coming off your fingertips,
just like a torch.

. . .


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.

. . .


bang, pow! look at me now.
don't let the cows stray off too far.
come down, take a good look around.
see how the cows start to shine like light bulbs.

I love the cows.
I love the cows.
I love the cows, yeah.
I love the cows.

rain comes, strikes you dumb.
re-seed the meadow so the cows don't starve.
mud puddle's a fine place to cuddle.
you're a mosquito or a mosquito's baby.

I love the cows.
I love the cows.
I love the cows.
I love the cows.

they're smiling in your face.
all the time they wanna take your place.
yeah you know who I mean,
talkin' about those cow-machines.

I love the cows.
I love the cows.
I love the cows.
I love the cows.

. . .

(untitled)

[No lyrics]

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I'd like to say hello
to all our friends from chino.
to the people of chino, hello.
I'd like to say hello
to all our friends from chino.
to the people of chino, hello.

I know how hard it is, down in chino.
I know how you struggle, just to get by.
I know they got farm fresh eggs, down in chino.
and tract homes, reasonably priced!

I'd like to say hello
to all our friends from chino.
to the people from chino, hello.
I'd like to say hello
to all our friends from chino.
to the people from chino, hello.

convenient access to the 60 freeway.
accredited medical care, down at chino valley hospital.
a unified school system, the likes of which you won't find elsewhere.
and friendly people.

I would like to say hello
to all our friends from chino.
to the people from chino, hello.
I'd just like to say hello
to all our friends from chino.
to the people from chino....hello.

. . .


well I see you've left me a photograph
of a leopard tearing an antelope in half.
what have you done? what have you done?
what have you done with our love?
what have you done?

well I see you've resorted to petty theft.
you try to take something from me,
but there's nothing left.
what have you done? what have you done?
what have done with our love?
where have you put it?

well I hear you calling from way over there
and I can't find it anywhere.
what have you done? what have you done?
what have you done with our love?
what have you done?

. . .


I saw you at your window.
I saw you in the sun.
I saw you in the window, looking out.

I reached my hand in there,
then I touched your hair
and felt myself burn, in the morning.

and the chickens were screaming.
black dog at my heels.
and the bluejays were coughing up in the trees.

I'd forgotten my name.
I felt kind of ashamed,
and felt myself burn, in the morning.

I saw you at your window,
at the beginning of summer.
and invisible stars, sent their heat down.

I imagined your touch,
it was almost too much.
burned like a bonfire in the morning.

. . .


I saw you. I saw your hair.
I could spend the rest of my life in there.

I saw you, and I sank into your eyes.
I'm not going to apologize.

because you, with your own hands,
made the whole world.
you can't fool me.
I'm on to you now.

because you, with your own hands,
created everything.
you can't fool me.
I'm on to you now.

yeah, I saw you, but you saw me first,
living water to quench my thirst.
and you tell me quiet down,
but I have no doubt.
I know what you're all about,

because you, with your own hands
made the whole world.
you can't fool me.
I'm on to you now.

because you, with your own hands,
created everything.
you can't fool me any more.
I'm on to you now.

. . .



you were all dressed in green
clouds bounced against the edges of the sky
you had the prettiest hair i'd ever seen
we watched the world passing by

there was an ocean's droning
though we were nowhere near the shore
we heard each other giggling and moaning
then we couldn't hear each other anymore

when my head was resting on your breastbone
i could hear your beating heart
and twenty-four hours later
you had left me completely alone
i watched the whole world come apart

and you were all dressed in green
rising in thet sky was an unfamiliar star
and you know what i mean
i rememeber who you are


. . .


water came springing out the side of the wall,
and I guess the same thing will happen to us all.
we don't know how to explain what I mean,
I mean to say it's kind of hard to explain. now,

let them kill me.
let them kill me.
let them kill me.
let them kill me.

water came down through the cracks in the ceiling,
but this time the water had a different feeling.
it's the sort of feeling that is hard to explain,
so, let me put it to you in a different way. now,

let them kill me.
let them kill me.
let them kill me.
let them kill me.

you're the salesman. I'm the buyer.
you're the tractor. I am the tire.
I'm the glass. you're the water that fills me.
I hear them coming. now,

let them kill me.
let them kill me.
let them kill me.
let them kill me. now,

let them kill me. yeah!
let them kill me.
let them kill me.
let them kill me.
let them kill me.

. . .


it's heaven up here,
but it's heaven down there!
and you're gonna leave me.
now I don't care.

it's heaven outside,
but it's heaven indoors.
well, go on and leave me.
I don't care any more.

I hear the airplane coming!
I hear the airplane coming!
I hear the airplane coming, now,
it can't touch me.

I see you going up the little stair.
go on and board the plane,
I don't care. I,

I see you hold his hand.
I see you wave good-bye.
I don't know you anymore,
so I'm not going to cry, now,

I see the airplane coming!
I feel the airplane coming!
I hear the airplane coming, now,
it can't touch me.

. . .


Now if you stay out and start playing around
Your baby's going to burn your playhouse down
You better keep it on your mind
You better keep it on your mind
You'll be a-moaning and a-groaning
Lord, you better keep it on your mind

Now wrong is wrong and right is right
If you make a pig mad he's sure going to bite
You better keep it on your mind
You better keep it on your mind
I've had it proven to me
Lord, you better keep it on your mind

Every fuss got the same old end
I don't believe the good Lord meant for a man to win
You better keep it on your mind
You better keep it on your mind
You'll be a-groaning and a-hopping
Lord, you better keep it on your mind

Now if she gets mad, and tells you goodbye
There's not a thing that you can do but sit at home and cry
You better keep it on your mind
You better keep it on your mind
You better call her sweet mamma!
Lord, you better keep it on your mind

. . .


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