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Modest Mouse lyrics

Album: Lonesome Crowded West [1997]

Tracks15
 01  Teeth Like God's Shoeshine
 02  Heart Cooks Brain
 03  Convenient Parking
 04  Lounge (Closing Time)
 05  Jesus Christ Was an Only Child
 06  Doin' the Cockroach
 07  Cowboy Dan
 08  Trailer Trash
 09  Out of Gas
 10  Long Distance Drunk
 11  Shit Luck
 12  Truckers Atlas
 13  Polar Opposites
 14  Bankrupt on Selling
 15  Styrofoam Boots/It's All Nice on Ice, Alright
all Modest Mouse lyrics



Teeth Like God's Shoeshine
From the top of the ocean - yeah
From the bottom of the sky -goddamn
Well I get claustrophobic
I can you know that I can
And he said:
I am not allowed much danger
Keep in line you're an old friend stranger.
You'll burn me if effigy and I'll burn you in effigy.
A rattle snake up in buffalo montana
He bit the leg of the old sheriff
Ha! that boy fell down on his harelip -ow! ow!
Well I might be wrong
But you you tag along
And we we all been wronged
And I get dizzier by the mile
Said hell! the money's spent
Went to the county line
And paid the rent said uh-oh.
Oh! if you could compact your conscience
Oh! and you might.
Oh! if you could bottle and sell it you might have done
Oh! and you might
Oh! if you could compact your conscience
And sell it save it for another time
You might have to use it.
And the televisions gone
Go to the grocery store, buy some new friends
And find out the beginning, the end, and the best of it
Well, do you need a lot of what you've got to survive?
Here's the man with teeth like god's shoeshine
He sparkles shimmers shines
Let's all have another orange julius
This syrup standing in lines
The malls are the soon to be ghost towns
So long, farewell, good-bye
Take 'em all for the long ride
And you'll go around town
No one wants to be uptight anymore
You can be ashamed
Or be so proud of what you've done
But not no one, not now, not ever or anyone
Take 'em all for the sense of happiness
That comes from hurting deep down inside
Or you can walk th line and give a shit
I'm on the corner of this and this and this and this
And it's all all wrong, and it's all all gone
Well, you can add it up and give a shit
Go to the family doctor
Its all worth it
And it's all all gone, and it's all all wrong
Here's the man with teeth like god's shoeshine
He sparkles shimmers shines
Let's all have another orange julius
Thick syrup standing in lines
The malls are the soon to be ghost towns
So long, farewell, good-bye
And the telephone goes off
Pick to receiver up, try to meet ends
And find out the beginning, the end and the best of itback to top
Heart Cooks Brain
Slow walk
It's land mine
It's coal mine
It's a bad thought
On the way to God don't know
My brain's the burger and my heart's the coal
I'm trying to get my head clear
I push things out through my mouth I get refilled through my ears
I'm on my way to God don't know or even care
My brain's the weak heart, and my heart's the long stairs
Inland from vancouver shore
The ravens and the seagulls push each other inward and outward
Inward and outward
In this place that I call home
My brain's the cliff, and my heart's the bitter buffalo
My heart's the bitter buffalo
We tore one down, and erected another there
The match of the century: absence versus thin air
On the way to God don't know
My brain's the burger and my heart's the coal
On this life that we call home
The years go fast and the days go so slowback to top
Convenient Parking
Soon the chain reaction started in the parking lot
Waiting to bleed on the big streets
That bleed out on the highways and
Off to others cities built to store and
Sell these (plastic) rocks
Well aren't you feeling real dirty
Sitting in the parking lot (x2)
Waiting to bleed on the big streets
That bleed out on the highways and
Off to other cities built to make and
Store these rocks
Well aren't you feeling real dirty
Sitting in your car with nothing
Waiting to bleed on the big streets
That bleed out on the highways and
Off to other cities built to store and sell
There's nothing
Convenient parking (is way back, way back)(x3)back to top
Lounge (Closing Time)
She was going with a cinematographer
Everyone knew that he was really a pornographer
They went down to the dance and grind
And everybody was feeling fine
She was talking with syllable lisp
And everybody she knew was gonna get the twist
And they all went down and did the porqupine
And everybody was feeling high
You are so hot
I would like to steal your digits
And I'm so hung up on it
I would like to
Move away from it
We are so caught up with things
We should pull eachother's triggers
And I'm off
She was going with a cinematographer
Everyone knew that he was really a pornographer
They went down to the dance and grind
And everybody was feeling fine
She was talking with syllable lisp
And everybody she knew was gonna get the twist
And they all went down and did the porqupine
And everybody was feeling high
I've got a girlfriend out of the city
I know I like her, I think she is pretty [x4]
Last call!
It's closing time
I'm on the road to god don't know
My brain's the burger and my heart's the charcoal
It's closing timeback to top
Jesus Christ Was an Only Child
Well jesus christ was an only child
He went down to the river
And he drank and smiled
And his dad was oh-so-mad
Should have insured that planet
Before it crashed
Working real hard to make internet cash
Work your fingers to the bone sitting on your ass
I know now what I knew then
But I didn't know then what I know now
Penny found out as her hair was styled
You should hide you kids
While the dogs run wild
Jesus christ was an only child
He went down to the river
And he drank and smiled
And his dad was oh-so-mad
Should have killed that little fucker
Before he even hadback to top
Doin' the Cockroach
I was in heaven
I was in hell
Believe in neither
But fear them as well
This one's a doctor
This one's a lawyer
This one's a cash fiend
Taking your money
Back of the metro
Ride on the greyhound
Drunk on the amtrak
Please shut up
Another rider
He was a talker
Talking about tv
Please shut up
This one's a crazer
Daydreaming disaster
The origin of junk food
Rutting through garbage
Tasty but worthless
Dogs eat their own shit
We're doing the cockroach yeah
Doin the cockroach yeah
Doin the cockroach yeah (alright, not bad) (x3)
One year
Twenty years
Forty years
Fifty years
Down the road in your life
You'll look in the mirror
And say, my parents are still alive.
You move your mouth
You shake your tongue
You vibrate my eardrums
You're saying words
But you know I ain't listening
You're walking down the street
Your face
Your lips
Your hips
Your eyes
They meet
You're not hungry though
Well late last winter
Down below the equator
They had a summer that would make you blister
Oh my mind is all made up
So I'll have to sleep in it (x3)back to top
Cowboy Dan
Well, cowboy dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes to the reservation drinks and gets mean
He's gonna start a war
He hops in his pickup puts the pedal to the floor
And says I got mine but I want more
Well, cowboy dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes to the reservation drinks and gets mean
He drove the desert, fired his rifle in the sky
And says, God if I have to die you will have to die
Well, cowboy dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes the the reservation drinks and gets mean
I didn't move to the city, the city moved to me
And I want out desperately
Can't do it, not even if sober
Can't get that engine turned over
Standing in the tall grass
Thinking nothing
You know we need oxygen to breath
Whenever you are walking you're just moving the ground
Whenever you are talking you're just moving your mouth
Where ever you look you're just looking down
Well, cowboy dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes to the reservation drinks and gets mean
He's gonna start a war
He hops in his pickup puts the pedal to the floor
And says I got mine but I want more
Well, cowboy dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes to the reservation drinks and gets mean
He drove the desert, fired his rifle in the sky
And says, God if I have to die you will have to die
Well, cowboy dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes the the reservation drinks and gets mean
I didn't move to the city, the city moved to me
And I want out desperately
Can't do it, not even if sober
Can't get that engine turned overback to top
Trailer Trash
Eating snow flakes with plastic forks
And a paper plate of course, you think of everything
Short love with a long divorce
And a couple of kids of course
They don't mean anything
Live in trailers with no class
Goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing
Taking heartache with hard work
Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can't do anything
And I shout that you're all fakes
And you should have seen the look on your face
And I guess that's what it takes
When comparing your bellyaches
And it's been a long time
Which agrees with this watch of mine
And I guess that I miss you, and I'm sorry
If I dissed youback to top
Out of Gas
Out of gas
Out of road
Out of car
I don't know how I'm going to go and
I had a drink the other day
Opinions were like kittens
I was giving them away and
I had a drink the other day
I had a lot to say
And I said
You will come down soon too
You will come down too soonback to top
Long Distance Drunk
Hang it up now or never
Hang it up again
(hang it up now or never)
Hang it up now or never
Hang it up again
Hang it up now or never
Hang it up again
Doesn't seem like anything you're saying or doing or doing
Is making any sense
Long distance drunk
Long distance drunk
Long distance drunk
Oh yeah oh yeah
(8 am and someone calls you on the telephone)
Long distance drunk
(you want to be by yourself and all alone)
Long distance drunkback to top
Shit Luck
This plane is definately crashing
This boat is obviously sinking
This building's totally burning down
And my, and my (a whole bunch)
And my heart has slowly dried upback to top
Truckers Atlas
I'm going to colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to new york city
And that's in new york,friends
I'm going to arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we bled
And the writing in stall said
We write our maps in the stalls
I'm going up to alaska
I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did
This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
I don't feel and it feels great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I'm going up
Going over to montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot, well
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through california
Beeline you might drive three days
And three nights to the tip of florida
Do you speak the lingo?
Oh no. no no
How far does your road?
Oh no, you don't know
I'm going to colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to new york city
And that's in new york, friends
I'm going up to alaska
I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did
And the writing in the salt syas
We ride on out to the stars
I'm going to arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and redback to top
Polar Opposites
Polar opposites don't push away
It's the same on the weekends as the rest of the days
And I know I should go but I'll probably stay
And that's all you can do about some things
I'm trying to drink away the part of the day
That I cannot sleep away
Two one eyed dogs, they're looking at stereos
Hi-fi gods try so hard to make their cars low to the ground
These vibrations oil it's teeth
Primer gray is the color when you're done dying
I'm trying to drink away the part of the day
That I cannot sleep awayback to top
Bankrupt on Selling
Well all the apostles-they're sitting in swings
Saying I'd sell off my savior for a set of new rings
And some sandles with the style of straps that cling best to the era
So all of the businessers in their unlimited
Hell where they buy and they sell and they sell all their
Trash to each other but they're sick of it all
And they're bankrupt on selling
And all of the angels
They'd sell off yer soul for a set of new wings and anything gold
They remember
The people they loved their old friends
And I've seen through'em all seen through'em all and seen through most everything
All the people you knew were the actors
All the people you knew were the actors
Well, I'll go to college and I'll learn some big words
And I'll talk real loud
Goddamn right I'll be heard
You'll remember all the guys that said all those big words he must've
Learned in college
And it took a long time
I came clean with myself
I come clean out of love with my lover
I still love her
Loved her more when she used to be sober and I was kinderback to top
Styrofoam Boots/It's All Nice on Ice, Alright
Well all's not well
but i'm told that it'll all be quite nice
you'll be drowned in boots like Mafia
but your feet will still float like Christ's
and i'll be damned
they were right
i'm drowning upside down
my feet afloat like Christ's
i'm in heaven
trying to figure out which stack
they're going to stuff us atheists into
when Peter and his monkey laugh
and i laugh with them
i'm not sure what at
they point and say
we'll keep you in the back
polishing halos, baking manna and gas
well some guy comes in looking a bit like everyone i ever seen
he moves just like crisco disco
breath 100% listerine
he says looking at something else
but directing everything to me
ever time anyone gets on their knees to pray
well it makes my telephone ring
and i'll be damned
he said you were right
no one's running this whole thing
he had a theory too
he said that god takes care of himself
and you of you
it's all nice on ice alright
and it's not day
and it's not night
but it's all nice on ice alrightback to top
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