Lovecraft in Brooklyn The Mountain Goats

It's going to be too hot to breathe today but everybody's out here on the streets Somebody's opened up the fire hydrant, cold water rushing out in sheets Some kid in a Marcus Allen jersey asks me for a

Lovecraft The Vaselines

Kill your friends, Light your feet, Do what I want, Lovecraft. Kiss your mouth, Burn your hair, Do what I want, Lovecraft. Blow your man, Do what I want, Taste your lip, Lovecraft.

Your Belgian Things Mountain Goats

The men were here to get your Belgian things They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar There's guys in biohazard suits Mud kicking on their rubber boots They've come to keep your pretty things

Letter From Belgium Mountain Goats

the beams we used to build our house are breaking at last. the building will not hold together very much longer. my arms are young, and they can do the work if called upon to do so.

Mole Mountain Goats

I came to see you up there in intensive care They had handcuffed you to your bed There were tubes going into you and out from you Bright white gauze bandages at your head I am a mole Sticking his

Palmcorder Yajna Mountain Goats

Holt Boulevard Between Gary and White Hooked up with some friends at the Travelodge Set ourselves up for the night Carpenter ants in the dresser Flies in the screen It will be too late by the time

Against Pollution Mountain Goats

When I worked down at the liquor store Guy with a shotgun came raging through the place Muscled his way behind the counter I shot him in the face This morning I went down to the Catholic Church 'Cause

The Young Thousands Mountain Goats

Boats ease into the harbor bearing real suspicious cargo And the sunlight on the water Sets a switch off in your brain The things that you've got coming will consume you There's someone waiting out

Cotton Mountain Goats

This song is for the rats Who hurled themselves in to the ocean When they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold Were just about to blow This song is for the soil That's toxic clear down to the

Linda Blair Was Born Innocent Mountain Goats

Gentle hum of the old machines Here we come scrubbed and scoured Patches on our jeans When the drone sounds In the cool night wind We pick up the call Kick all the traces in Hungry for love Ready

Home Again Garden Grove Mountain Goats

Wipe down the windshields and roll down the windows Lets go where the jackals are breeding Wrap this bandanna around your head Dont let anyone see that youre bleeding Fire up the scanner and keep your

All Up The Seething Coast Mountain Goats

I eat a couple Milky Ways for breakfast I take my coffee light and sweet Show up for dinner when you tell me to I heap the sugar high and white on everything I eat Carry an apple in my pocket I write

Slow West Vultures Mountain Goats

Breaking the signal So it's totally unreadable Drinking the dregs Eating the utterly inedible We do what we do All for you All dressed up Black hat and white cane Slowly the circling the drain

Quito Mountain Goats

When I receive the blessing Ive got coming Im going to raise an ice-cold glass of water And toast the living and the dead whove gone before me And my head will throb like an old wound reopening When

Pigs That Run Straightaway Into The Water, Triumph Of Mountain Goats

[spoken:] The story of the pigs who ran straightaway into the water and their great triumph Youre gonna send me back to where I came from Please dont send me back to where I came from Let me go where

In the Craters on the Moon The Mountain Goats

If the strain proves too much Give up right away If the light hurts your eyes Stay in your room all day When the room fills with smoke Lie down on the floor In the declining years Of the long war When

First Few Desperate Hours The Mountain Goats

Bad luck comes in from Tampa Bad luck comes in from Tampa On the back of a truck Doing ninety up the interstate We have bad dreams the night he rolls in We have bad dreams the night he rolls in And we

So Desperate The Mountain Goats

We were parked in your car In our neutral meeting place, the Episcopalian churchyard I had things I'd been meaning to say But in the dazzling winter sun that late, I could feel them melt away And through

Tianchi Lake The Mountain Goats

Children by the water banks Laughing long and loud Changbai's high, fine western peaks Just beneath the clouds Currents in the water Churning in their course Body of a sea lion Head just like a horse Preacher

Old College Try The Mountain Goats

From the housetops to the gutters From the ocean to the shore The warning signs have all been bright and garish Far too great in number to ignore From the cities to the swamplands From the highways to

Broom People The Mountain Goats

'36 Hudson in the garage All sorts of junk in the unattached spare room Dishes in the kitchen sink New straw for the old broom Friends who don't have a clue Well-meaning teachers But down in your arms,

The Drifter H.P. Lovecraft

I sit in the shade of your old apple orchard I watch your big trucks rolling by now I share a grape soda with a man from Dakota I\'ve seen a June bug in July now I\'m a drifter, I\'m a loner I

Michael Myers Resplendent The Mountain Goats

I am ready for my close-up today Too long I've let my self-respect stand in my way Well, the prom queen's caught in the high beams And the strings keen, it's a big scene But when the house goes up in flames

Your Belgian Things The Mountain Goats

The men were here to get your Belgian things They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar There's guys in biohazard suits, mud caking on their rubber boots They've come to keep your pretty things from

Horseradish Road The Mountain Goats

The way that everybody's voice Comes out muffled when they speak The way we take our diminishing inventories Month to month and week to week The Maria Callas record's On the stereo all the time You're

The Alphonse Mambo The Mountain Goats

I could almost hear the rhythm section Kick in as the sun began to blaze I saw you walk across the plaza Figured I'd just play it like it lays Yeah, yeah, yeah I think I'm gonna be real sick again I think

Mole The Mountain Goats

I came to see you up there in intensive care They had handcuffed you to your bed There were tubes threading into you, coming out from you Bright white gauze bandages at your head I am a mole Sticking his

New Zion The Mountain Goats

There were signs up in the sky When we gathered by the garden wall Everybody on his best behavior Listening for the altar call High priest of Salem in his robes Ranting of the coming of the day Ravens

Sax Rohmer #1 The Mountain Goats

Fog lifts from the harbor, dawn goes down today An agent crests the shadows of the nearby alleyway Piles of broken bricks, sign posts on the path Every moment points towards the aftermath Yeah ah ah Sailors

Design Your Own Container Garden The Mountain Goats

I took to the highway Went out to Pico-Crenshaw Old friends, old friends I took to the highway The highway took to me Like a second skin Rolled around in the evening Circling like a buzzard Trouble in

Insurance Fraud #2 The Mountain Goats

Bag full of oily rags, fifty cent lighter Dreams of retirement in Cancun burning ever brighter There's a lot of ways to make money in this world But I can't recommend insurance fraud [Verse 2] Burned-out

Collapsing Stars The Mountain Goats

When we hid out behind the risers at the high school Working bitter calculations with a slide rule The grim particulars of poisoning the swimming pool The way you looked me in the eye, ready to die We

You Or Your Memory The Mountain Goats

I checked into a bargain priced room on La Cienega Gazed out through the curtains at the parking lot Walked down to the corner store just before nightfall in my bare feet Black tarry asphalt, soft and

Wild Sage The Mountain Goats

block And along the highway where the empty spirits breathe Wild sage growing in the weeds Walked down the soft shoulder and I count my steps Headed vaguely eastward sun in my eyes And I lose my footing

Against Pollution The Mountain Goats

When I worked down at the liquor store Guy with a shotgun came raging through the place Muscled his way behind the counter I shot him in the face This morning I went down to the Catholic Church 'Cause

Peacocks The Mountain Goats

I hear them squeal I see them preen Fans all spread out Neat and clean Grab hold of the morning Head out to the porch Feel the wind stopping Feel the sun scorch I fear for my safety You can see it in my

Lion's Teeth The Mountain Goats

The king of the jungle Was asleep in his car When your chances fall in your lap like that You've got to recognize them for what they really are Nobody in this house Wants to own up to the truth I crawl

Palmcorder Yajna The Mountain Goats

Holt Boulevard, between Gary and White Hooked up with some friends at the Travelodge, set ourselves up for the night Carpenter ants in the dresser, flies in the screen It will be too late by the time we

The Young Thousands The Mountain Goats

Boats ease into the harbor bearing real suspicious cargo And the sunlight on the water sets a switch off in your brain The things that you've got coming will consume you There's someone waiting out there

Love Love Love The Mountain Goats

King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong And Joseph's brothers sold him up the river for a song And Sonny Liston rubbed some tiger balm into his glove Some things you do for money and some you

Elijah The Mountain Goats

Streak the windows, smear the walls with coconut oil, yeah Fill the cast-iron kettle with water and magnolia blossom Let it boil, let the water roll Let the fire take its toll I'm coming home Dust off

Oceanographer's Choice The Mountain Goats

Well, guy in a skeleton costume comes up to the guy in the Superman suit Runs through him with a broadsword I flip the television off, bring all the bright lights up Turn the radio up loud I don't know

Heretic Pride The Mountain Goats

Well, they come and pull me from my house And they drag my body through the streets And the sun's so hot I think I'll catch fire and burn up In the summer air so moist and sweet And the people all come

Snakeheads The Mountain Goats

Weather cell from northern Canada Due in before the afternoon is over Brown cows in the fields Eating their way slowly through the clover And the canopy of apple trees before us Symmetrical and pure as

Letter from Belgium The Mountain Goats

Martin calls to say he's sending old electrical equipment That's good We can always use some more electrical equipment In the cold clear light of day down here, everyone's a monster That's cool with all

This Year The Mountain Goats

I broke free on a Saturday morning I put the pedal to the floor Headed north on Mills Avenue And listened to the engine roar My broken house behind me and good things ahead A girl named Cathy wants a little

Have to Explode The Mountain Goats

Tile floor of the bathroom, scrubbed clean and bright Checkerboard white and gray Towels from the Ritz Carlton hotel in Kingston, Jamaica I can still see the rust colored stains today The stage is set,

Song for Dennis Brown The Mountain Goats

On the day that Dennis Brown's lung collapsed Spring rain was misting down on Kingston And down at the harbor Local cops were intercepting an inbound shipment And for a while there it was chaos As they

See America Right The Mountain Goats

I was driving in from Tampa when the radiator burst I was three sheets to the wind, a civilian saw me first And then there was the cop and then the children standing on the corner Your love is like a cyclone

Jaipur The Mountain Goats

This house is so haunted With dead men I can't lose [Verse 1: John Darnielle] I was having visions of sugared pastry Cooked up in clarified butter I tried to turn my visions into prayers But I built my