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)
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Bob Nastanovich, Christopher Scott Kannberg (Spiral Stairs) (DOUBLE SIX), Mark Ibold, Stephen Joseph Malkmus (Figurine Hazel), Steve West (Pavement)Publicado em 2006 (05/Nov)ECAD verificado fonograma #2059050 em 09/Abr/2024