tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334460.post-1091824825675597072004-08-06T13:35:00.000-07:002004-08-06T13:40:25.676-07:002004-08-06T13:40:25.676-07:00Frontwards<a href="http://www.matadorrecords.com/pavement/"><b>Pavement</b></a>, from the album <b>Watery, Domestic</b> <br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/clipserve/B0000036RG001002/1/104-3436033-0177548"><img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0000036RG.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" height="125" width="125"> </a> <br /><span class="fullpost">I am the only one, <br />Searching for you, <br />And if I get caught, <br />Then the search is through <br />And the stories you hear, <br />You know they never add up <br />I hear the natives fussin' <br />At the data chart, <br />Be quiet <br />The weather's on the night news... <br /> <br />Antique homes, <br />Plastic cones, <br />Stolen rims <br />Are they alloy or chrome? <br />Well I've got style, <br />Miles and miles, <br />So much style <br />That it's wasted, <br />So much style <br />That it's wasted <br />So much style <br />That its waste---------ed <br />She's the only one, <br />Who always inhales <br />Paris is stale <br />And it's war if we fail <br /> <br />And in the migrant hotels, <br />They never sleep, <br />They never will <br />Their souls are crumbling <br />Like a dirt clod <br />Hold, your cigarette cuts <br />To the inside <br /> <br />Antique homes, <br />Plastic cones, <br />Stolen rims, <br />Are they alloy or chrome? <br />Well I've got style, <br />Miles and miles <br />So much style <br />That it's leavin' <br />It's pattern's torn <br />And we're weavin' <br />This battle's torn <br />And we're weavin' <br /> <br /><b><i>(Stephen Malkmus)</b></i></span> <br /><i>This ain't poetry but it hits me in the right place. Takes me back to a mixtape Jerry made me in 1994.</i>David Dewesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01950095432293915662noreply@blogger.com