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