Guided by Voices
the finest joke is upon us
Mother, feeling your hand I
Believe you and I did then
And mother, release every bad seed
The geese are leaving the trees
Exposed to winter's cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated
And I take the cake away
It's a long song
And I can play it so
Give me a pick now collector of bones
Words of smoke
Distorted, never broken
Paradise is open but I choke
One of these days when I see through the smoke
That'll be the day I get the joke
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- Motivational Jumpsuit
- Males of Wormwood Mars
- All American Boy
- Table at Fool’s Tooth
- COOL PLANET
- English Little League
- Xeno Pariah
- Class Clown Spots a UFO
- Doughnut For A Snowman (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Forever Since Breakfast
- Bee Thousand
- Tigerbomb
- The Pipe Dreams Of Instant Prince Whippet
- Please Be Honest
- Box (abridged)
- Hardcore UFOs: Revelations, Epiphanies and Fast Food in...
- Devil Between My Toes
- Same Place the Fly Got Smashed
- The Best of Guided By Voices: Human Amusements At Hourly...