the Mountain Goats // Counting Song for Bitter Children
One, two
I don’t love you
Three, four
Anymore
One, three
Stay away from me
Five, seven
Good children get nothing
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
one, two, two and a half
Stick around here, don’t make me laugh
Two and a half, three, four point five
A new day’s dawning and my hours arrive
one, two
I got things to do
one, three
I got people to see, I got people who wanna see me
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na naMARCH 29TH, 2013
the Mountain Goats - Rockin’ Rockin’ Pet Store
i saw the reptile cages reflected in your blue eyes
their green bodies conspiring therein
to form a separate universe where it was no sin
to want what i wanted right then and there in the pet store
the Mountain Goats - Bride
Designed for one another,
we lie tied to our slabs.
While the same electricity that gave us life,
crackles through the lab.
And I am too dumb
to tell you how I feel.
Who will know, who will tell anyone,
that what we had was real?
We belong dead
We belong dead.
So I try and try to focus,
to say what I want to say.
But it’s such hard work,
and we don’t have all day.
Our efforts won’t add up
to any great amount
Get one chance to make your gesture down here,
I wanna make mine count.
We belong dead, we belong dead.
We belong dead.
We belong dead.
The Mountain Goats - Toolshed (Bonus Track)
All Devils Here Now - The Mountain Goats
John Darnielle’s final encore song from his west coast solo tour June 25 2012, at the Mission Theatre in Portland, Ore. His guitar string broke the song before and after some capitulation decided to give this song a try on piano.
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The Mountain Goats - “Going Through Pomona”
The lights are on in your room so tell me who’s your friend?
And the lights are burning in the little house on East End.
And I remembered who I was and what I came here for.
The moon was caught high in the branches of the sycamore.
And on my neck I felt the cold wind.
And it licked around my ears and it asked me to ask you, yeah, who’s your friend?
And the lights came down over Pomona, blazed again before your front door.
The moon was caught high in the branches of the sycamore.
The Mountain Goats - Narakaloka
The Mountain Goats / Masher
most of the brine has got to boil away
most of the air has got to choke you
most of june i spent in jail again
i don’t mean jail exactly
up in the pine tree
a red squirrel looked down at me
i am losing control of the language again
i am losing control of the language again
most of the things i used to hold on to
most of the things i used to say to you
most of the ways i knew around the local roads
are disappearing daily
high in the cottonwood
you were looking down at me and you sure looked good
your hair hanging down in the leaves
your neck tilted back to make a rainbow
i was losing control of the language again
i am losing control of the language again
The Mountain Goats - Star Dusting
