Songtext The old gold shoe von Lambchop

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Nixon

2000

The old gold shoe

The gold stereo
Stretches out the sound
Turns the plates until they're rounded
The whole that you know
Gets closer to the ground
Closer to that thing you found

For all our massive brains
To call on choked remains
It's painful
It's certain
That something's bound to break
(inside)

This house is not alone
I'm kicking 'round here somewhere
So check behind the ancient speaker
Like painful southern bliss
Pured upon like caramel
And garnished with some crushed pecans

To grow is not to grind
To mope is not to mind
The old cap
The geezer
The 15 second teaser

Behold and you know
Everyone's a ringer
He's not even a very good singer
The dirt on the tracks
Has hardened into clusters
Earthen legs and honey mustard

A storm is closing in
Our leaves start to spin
It's getting
Much later
I wish I heard your radio
(tonight)

The people in the rain
Are staring through our backs
Wishing you had half a brain
For all our little pain
Tender is the mangle
The science diet the ivory tangle

The world goes away
Each every stinking day
I'm getting
Much better
This night's little upsetter

The kids out in the street
Take their toys and break them
Look at them, then walk away
The guy on the cross
Is holier than I
But then again he's made from plastic

For all our massive brains
To call on choked remains
It's painful
It's certain
That something's bound to break
(inside)

There's cattle tied witha a chain
Pinch the weeping Willie
I know it's dumb, but sometimes I'm silly
I crawl out of the rain

Think of me as fetal
Think of me as the fifth Beatle

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The gold stereo 
Stretches out the sound 
Turns the plates until they're rounded 
The whole that you know 
Gets closer to the ground 
Closer to that thing you found

For all our massive brains 
To call on choked remains 
It's painful 
It's certain 
That something's bound to break 
(inside)

This house is not alone 
I'm kicking 'round here somewhere 
So check behind the ancient speaker 
Like painful southern bliss 
Pured upon like caramel 
And garnished with some crushed pecans

To grow is not to grind 
To mope is not to mind 
The old cap 
The geezer 
The 15 second teaser

Behold and you know 
Everyone's a ringer 
He's not even a very good singer 
The dirt on the tracks 
Has hardened into clusters 
Earthen legs and honey mustard

A storm is closing in 
Our leaves start to spin 
It's getting 
Much later 
I wish I heard your radio 
(tonight)

The people in the rain 
Are staring through our backs 
Wishing you had half a brain 
For all our little pain 
Tender is the mangle 
The science diet the ivory tangle

The world goes away 
Each every stinking day 
I'm getting 
Much better 
This night's little upsetter

The kids out in the street 
Take their toys and break them 
Look at them, then walk away 
The guy on the cross 
Is holier than I 
But then again he's made from plastic

For all our massive brains 
To call on choked remains 
It's painful 
It's certain 
That something's bound to break 
(inside)

There's cattle tied witha a chain 
Pinch the weeping Willie 
I know it's dumb, but sometimes I'm silly 
I crawl out of the rain

Think of me as fetal 
Think of me as the fifth Beatle