Lirieke:
Mountain Goats The Protein Source Of The Future Now

on the morning you went away the air was humid and the sky was gray i had boiled peanuts for breakfast from cairo, georgia the air was wet, my face

the new rose floating on water in the old plain bowl the white clouds on night sky they way they just roll on by made me think of you and the religious

lay out on the patio, dreaming (2x) and the chinese rifles sounded in the evening air i heard them popping off everywhere i lay out on the patio, on

when we meet on neutral ground, i can't belive how good you look. and the thoughts that race around my mind, fill a long unreadable book and i can feel

i am the dry meat that fills the mouth i am the fire that burns without wood i am evil forest, kill a man on the day that his life seems sweetest to

the first thing that happened was the river overflowed the water running through the streets and was sweet and cold i knelt by the water like a doe by

you've come back from yosemite you brought an aromatic cedar bookmark for me and a brand new stuffed bear it's summertime, you've cut your hair and i

to me i heard him passing over he made a banquet for the stray dogs of the air he put our love in clear perspective blue, red and green plumage trailing behind him now

the rain didn't come for one calendar year so when the man with the sunflower seeds in his hand came here we sent him away, we sent him away the rain