Tuesday, March 14, 2006
SONG OF NOW
We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes,
Gonna hit you on the face, gonna punch you in your glasses.
Oh no!
I just got a message that said "Yeah, hell is freezin' over."
I got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "Hey, boy, get a sweater.
Right now!"
So we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin' right on down
Oh, right on down my throat
And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna get dressed up in plastic gonna shake hands with the masses.
Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna hit you on the face, I'm gonna punch you in your glasses.
Oh no!
I'm wearin' myself a t-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray."
Our hearts pump dust, and our hairs turn grey.
And I just got a message sayin' that hell has frozen over
Got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "Hey boy, get a sweater.
Right now!"
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
We're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin' right on down oh right on down my throat
And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna lay down in the spa where they coat you in molasses.
Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
~ Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes by Modest Mouse
We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes,
Gonna hit you on the face, gonna punch you in your glasses.
Oh no!
I just got a message that said "Yeah, hell is freezin' over."
I got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "Hey, boy, get a sweater.
Right now!"
So we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin' right on down
Oh, right on down my throat
And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna get dressed up in plastic gonna shake hands with the masses.
Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna hit you on the face, I'm gonna punch you in your glasses.
Oh no!
I'm wearin' myself a t-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray."
Our hearts pump dust, and our hairs turn grey.
And I just got a message sayin' that hell has frozen over
Got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "Hey boy, get a sweater.
Right now!"
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
We're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin' right on down oh right on down my throat
And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna lay down in the spa where they coat you in molasses.
Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
~ Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes by Modest Mouse
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Hey Richie, dawg, could you tell me the secret about Yanneka...because it seems like everyone knows, but me...*starts to crack up*...AHAHHA AHHA HAHA AHA HAH...okay^^^that was me...this is me...and I still want to know the secret...
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