Альбом Cass McCombs

Contempt for all,
A vocabulary vow.
Sifting ash,
Can't see in from out.
First to know, quick to criticize.
Blow by blow, cutting boxer eyes.

That's not the way…
That's not the way to make…
That's not the way to make…friends.

Contempt for love,
And everything you've drowned.
I know these words can be turned around.
I know you think
Politeness is what I need.
Well I don't, but it might as well have been.

That's not the way…
That's not the way to make…
That's not the way to make…friends.

That's not the way…
That's not the way to make…
That's not the way to make…friends.

You understand
That boy you know
You tell him "Yes,"
But you're thinking "No."

Your spray for pests
is weakly leaked.
You run the press,
and you judge and preach.
You speak the air,
the giant falls.
And a plague descends
Upon the stalls.

As cattle stir…
Disease is cure.

As paint on fur…
You're always
So
Damn
Pure.

And the letter from Chase,
And the righteous tongue,
And the man-like ways,
And lends our hall.

And stomach pain,
And eagle's thirst,
And equal pay,
For equal work.

And all the while,
And all the more,
And yonder's pile,
And yonder's poor.

As cattle stir…
Disease is cure.

As paint on fur…
You're always
So
Damn
Pure.

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The letter came today,
Fields have turned brown.
Sleep in among coffee shop,
You're new in town.

What will you do now,
To get along?
Now that your mother and
Father are gone?

Gone are the arguments,
That sting inside.
Beauty and status were
Never alive.

What will you do now,
To get along?
Now that your mother and
Father are gone?

Library doors are locked,
You wait for day.
When they will open it,
You will be saved.

What will you do now,
To get along?
Now that your mother and
Father are gone?

I'm nobody's hustler,
No pinky ring around my finger,
But I've driven in my share of limousines.

My girl dressed in sequins,
Shine just like a Vegas singer,
And I'm up all night avoiding scary dreams.

So goodbye to the ladies
Who wait in the rafters.
Goodbye to the feelers
Out there on the street.
Goodbye to the babies,
Goodbye to the rabies,
Goodbye to getting high and eating meat.

I'm nobody's puppy,
I'm not your doggy-woggy either,
But I have bitten many other men.

I'm nobody's voodoo
I'm not your paranoia either,
But I tape-record every phonecall that I get.

I once was a Quaker,
Till my market made it bigger,
I spend my life fighting off regret.

So goodbye to the ladies
Who wait in the rafters.
Goodbye to the feelers
Out there on the street.
Goodbye to the babies,
Goodbye to the rabies,
Goodbye to getting high and eating meat.

I'm nobody's sweetheart,
I blame nobody but myself,
Cause I know you were looking out for me…
I know you were looking out for me.
I know you were looking out for me.

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