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That fine fever brought us here, lambasted eyeballs
When we kiss the dirt, the orchids laugh
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours
What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers
You break out of a paper bag and wake up on the street
Just kidding, you don't have to go
I asked him, Why
the
grass
is
blue
and
stray
boys
dont go home?"
"Why four a.m.s
so
screwy?
He says, Sleep
through
it
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours
What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers
Not too special not too strange just the way I like them
You find an empty promise and stick by it
Not too pretty, not too sweet, just the way I like you
When you kiss the dirt, the orchids laugh harder than me
Tell me another one, I could sit for hours
When anyone laughs, I know I'm a coward
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours
When we kiss the dirt, the orchids laugh harder than me
- Album:
- Wyatt at the Coyote Palace
- Hips And Makers
- Miscellaneous
- Strange Angels
- Sunny Border Blue
- Sky Motel
- The Grotto
- Cats and Mice (Live)
- TELEconned, Volume 1: We Want the Airwaves
- Like You
- Instant Live: 2005-01-28: The Paradiso, Boston, MA, USA
- I Saved Latin! A Tribute to Wes Anderson
- The Holy Single
- Mississippi Candlelight
- 2002-05-02: Bar 608, Somerville, MA, USA
- Speedbath
- Duchess of York UK Live 2009
- Cats and Mice
- Crooked
- Mississippi Studios Live, Volume III