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Three o' three, the seconds they are sequins
And the minute string, raveled 'round the mannequin
Of formless space, a party line at last that we can
All embrace and segue to the burning masses
Ten to eleven, don't question, just get in
I think that we are losing a way
Westie, you cannot drum
Half past noon, visualize a centaur baying
At the moon, his profile is a silver circle
Brings to mind the portraits on the coinages and
Lincoln's beard and why's he got a horse's body?
(Griffin, a cruiser)
You'll love her, you'll lose her
I think that we are losing our way
Westie, you cannot drum
Five nineteen, deluded like a Dixie-Crat
I don't you
Clog latrine and clean it like a Dixie-Crat
And deck the halls with spirulina
Dry route to Devon, so great like Heaven
I think that we are losing a way
Westie, you cannot drum
No, Westie, you cannot drum
- 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)