Saturday, July 18, 2015

MUSIC: The Shins, "New Slang" (2001)






Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth
Only, I don't know how they got out, dear
Turn me back into the pet I was when we met
I was happier then with no mind-set

And if you'd a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind
Well, I'd a jumped from my tree
And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores

And the rest of our lives would a fared well

New slang when you notice the stripes 
The dirt in your fries
Hope it's right when you die 
Old and bony
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall
Never should've called
But my head's to the wall and I'm lonely

And if you'd a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind
Well, I'd a jumped from my tree
And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would a fared well

Godspeed all the bakers at dawn 

May they all cut their thumbs
And bleed into their buns 
'Til they melt away
I'm looking in on the good life 
I might be doomed never to find
Without trust, flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?

And if you'd a took to me like
Well, I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would a fared well.



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