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sunday driving past your own hall of fame
it's closed on weekdays, shut for good
pick out no one when you're talkin'
felt like rattlesnakes were walkin'
no one has a clue
the parting shots, the thin caught
fault line dancing across the frigid air shafts
a spastic grass, a criminal's child
count to ten and read
until the lights begin to bleed
lights; til you actually a-see the rays
and your thoughts they start turning
tells you lessons that you're learning
no one has a clue
the gauzy thoughts of those dirty scots
wrestling with the elements up on the trail high
i need to know
where does it go? how do i get there? what will i find?
(fun fun fun, fun for the summertime blues)
(it's gonna set you free)
- Album:
- The Secret History Vol. 1
- Live Europaturnen MCMXCVII (2)
- Brighten The Corners
- Terror Twilight
- Wowee Zowee
- Miscellaneous
- Slanted and Enchanted
- Crooked Rain Crooked Rain
- Demolition Plot J-7 (EP)
- Slay Tracks EP
- Westing
- Watery Domestic EP
- Slanted And Enchanted At Minneapolis, June 11th, 1992 (Live)
- Quarantine The Past: The Best Of Pavement
- Brighten The Corners: Nicene Creedence Ed.
- Brighten the Corners (Nicene Creedence Ed.) (Deluxe Edition)
- Slanted & Enchanted: Luxe & Reduxe
- Wowee Zowee: Sordid Sentinels Edition
- Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain: L.A.’s Desert Origins
- Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (Deluxe Edition)