Texty:
Mountain Goats The Sweden

I know you see mars in the sky tonight I know you can see venus rising and veering off to the right. but can you see that young star overhead? it'

one day in september you come here. you pull my head down and you whisper in my ear. and you tell me the sidewalk is as far as the world really goes

I am wearing a white long sleeved button-down. the pink colors behind the clouds tonight mirror the softer shades of your nightgown as the neuro-transmitters

john: it is the only appliance that grinds the grain into flour and kneads the dough in the same container I cut myself a two-foot switch from some

spoken: I who have sat by thebes below the wall and walked among the lowest of the dead all I know is I'm in love with you even though you say that

spoken: you wake up in the morning feeling gloriously alive with the firm conviction that the problems that disturbed you in the past will now disappear

when I ask you to look at me you look away. I ask you to tell me something nice once. you come at me with all your hot lights on display. I know

we were real hungry and half dead when you broke out half a loaf of sourdough bread. and in the tropical air the scent rose like a spirit. moments

we broke the doorknob off of the door. the door swung open easily. we sauntered into the poorly lit store, and looked around lazily. we stole every