Mark on You - The Mountain Goats

I ain't seen you in a while Damn girl, it's been a long time I ain't seen you in a while But you're looking real good, I'm digging your style I ain't seen you in a while Damn girl, it's been a long time I ain't seen you in a while But you're looking real good, I'm digging your style Soon as the jet touched down Knew I had to see what's up Been a while since I been back round And you're all on my mind, showing love So meet me at 1:13 Shit, you might not recognise me Dripping in these diamonds And wrapped all in this Gucci I know we don't speak But you're still on my feed Every time that you post And I'm liking what I see It's been a while but I'm still like before Only thing that's been changed Is my money and my clothes Boy, let me put you on, show you my glow up I wanna see your face, you should come pull up Oh, let me put you on, I want something more Maybe this time you're what I'm looking for Do you remember way back in the 212? You were all with your boo Even though I had a man Deep down, I always knew That between us there was something That I could not explain But I guess I was just too young then 'Cause now I know what it means I know we don't speak But you're still on my feed Every time that you post And I'm liking what I see It's been a while but I'm still like before Only thing that's been changed Is my money and my clothes Boy, let me put you on, show you my glow up I wanna see your face, you should come pull up Oh, let me put you on, I want something more And maybe this time you're what I'm looking for From LE.S way to uptown My Dominicani guy he know the way I get down See I'm the big bass, long dreads, big braids On my way to you, Bedstuy, J train Riding L-I-TT 'cos you rep Long Island Shout out Big Diss, My Muslim brother in Harlem Took me to the fifth spot Where I begged for your pardon And I gave you my number And I'm glad that you called it Boy, let me put you on, show you my glow up I wanna see your face, you should come pull up Oh, let me put you on, I want something more And maybe this time you're what I'm looking for

Flash goes a little hummingbird a dart and Worried thread At the screen door by his lemon tree out here With the quick and the dead Designer blinds above LA frame the perfect view It's gonna be another day of sun and shameless blue By his cutting block the time has come for The fruit there by the juicer He grinds fresh coffee for himself he's Beaten our producer LA Times lies on the stone warming There like bread Hey what's not to like out here with The quick and the dead Good on you son, good on you The Camden shuffle and the old one-two Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah Good on you son, good on you The Camden shuffle and the old one-two You wanna know what happiness is in His eye is a hunter's gleam Something to look forward to this cat's Gonna get the cream Skin of a mango is so smooth it's Smoother than the devil Cut it, slice it, chop it up to the rhythm Of a cockney rebel Back in Blighty there's a flat on a grimy sink estate That's why he walked out of that and went To the Golden State Left the backie and the beer where He was born and bred Now he's cutting it out here with The quick and the dead Good on you son, good on you The Camden shuffle and the old one-two Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah What would you have had him do The Camden shuffle and the old one-two yeah Good on you son, good on you The Camden shuffle and the old one-two Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah Good on you son, good on you The Camden shuffle and the old one-two yeah

Twilight star burns cold blue; it burns cold blue in my eyes Thousand light years from the hot blue of a thousand other dying skies Let's keep on walking past the brick Walls spray-painted with skulls of blue Matching moving moonlit silhouettes Past the playground with the padlock and chain on the gate Lost on purpose, hey, lost on purpose We could try to figure it out, but we don't trust us Lost on purpose, hey, lost on purpose We could turn around and go home, but the truth might hurt us Skyscraper looks like an x-ray, streetlights look infrared Bus fume aphrodisiac slaps at the back of my head The night is in your turn-signal eyes, lipstick on your coffee cup Gimme a tip for the waitress The natives are restless, we gotta get out of this dump Lost on purpose, hey, lost on purpose We could try to figure it out, but we don't trust us Hey, lost on purpose, hey, lost on purpose We could turn around and go home, but the truth might hurt us You can smell the electric sky, surplus souls budging in droves Trance-dancing to the murmur of the city, The heartbeat of hell, the grindstone of chrome Walking in silence in the temples of the dark gods Icons with eyes that can't see, Ears that don't hear and the nerves That never wince with the pain we're feeling Grey dawn filters through steel Stalagmites, eight minutes from the dying sun Safe from the fury, safe from the fire of the great unlearned We sleepless dreamers straddle yellow-chequered chariots You and me, we're the prisoners of the panorama of revolving doors Lost on purpose, hey, lost on purpose We could try to figure it out, but we don't trust us Lost on purpose, yeah, lost on purpose We could turn around and go home, but the truth might hurt us Lost on purpose, hey, lost on purpose We could try to figure it out, but we don't trust us Lost on purpose, oh, lost on purpose We could turn around and go home, but the truth might hurt us, hey

Been havin' a ball since I was a boy in Beaumont I love that town but I just couldn't stay Two-stepped all the way to Amarillo Shuffled my way into Sante Fe Just had to see the sun set out in Frisco The Golden Gate is great but it ain't home Give me a rodeo Blame it on Texas, don't blame it on me I am what I am and that's what I'm gonna be You can say what you wanna say about my insanity Blame it on Texas, don't blame it on me Met a girl out in eastern Oklahoma Her daddy was a Tulsa millionaire With miles and miles of oil wells he'd leave her All a man could want was waitin' there But one night while she lay sleepin' I slipped away Like no man in his right mind would do Call me a fool Blame it on Texas, don't blame it on me I am what I am and that's what I'm gonna be You can say what you wanna say about my insanity Blame it on Texas, don't blame it on me You can say what you wanna say about my insanity Blame it on Texas, don't blame it on me...

I broke free on a Saturday morning I put the pedal to the floor Headed north on Mills Avenue And listened to the engine roar My broken house behind me and good things ahead A girl named Cathy wants a little of my time Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking Aha! Listen to the engine wine I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me I played video games in a drunken haze I was 17 years young Hurt my knuckles punching the machines The taste of Scotch rich on my tongue And then Cathy showed up and we hung out Trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean Locking eyes, holding hands Twin high maintenance machines I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me I drove home in the California dusk I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum Pictured the look on my stepfather's face Ready for the bad things to come I downshifted as I pulled into the driveway The motor screaming out stuck in second gear The scene ends badly as you might imagine In a cavalcade of anger and fear There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

I hope that our few remaining friends Give up on trying to save us I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot To piss off the dumb few that forgave us I hope the fences we mended Fall down beneath their own weight And I hope we hang on past the last exit I hope it's already too late And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here Someday burns down And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away And I never come back to this town again In my life, I hope I lie And tell everyone you were a good wife And I hope you die I hope we both die I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow I hope it bleeds all day long Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises We're pretty sure they're all wrong I hope it stays dark forever I hope the worst isn't over And I hope you blink before I do I hope I never get sober And I hope when you think of me years down the line You can't find one good thing to say And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out You'd stay the hell out of my way I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die

This song is for the rats Who hurled themselves into the ocean When they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold Were just about to blow This song is for the soil That's toxic clear down to the bedrock Where no thing of consequence can grow Drop your seeds there, let them go Let them all go Let 'em all go This song is for the people Who tell their families that they're sorry For things they can't And won't feel sorry for And once there was a desk And now it's in a storage locker somewhere And this song is for the stick pins and the cottons I left in the top drawer Let 'em all go Let 'em all go I wanna sing one for the cars That are right now headed silent down the highway And it's dark and there is nobody driving And something has got to give I saw you waiting by the roadside You didn't know that I was watching Now you know Let it all go Let 'em all go Let it all go

You were born for these flashing lights You were born for these endless nights You always knew sooner or later You were destined for something greater You took notes on what you had to do To get the piece of the pie that belonged to you You've been waiting for this ever since you were young Be careful not to choke on your tongue Get famous You should be famous Go on and get famous I want you to be famous Cold, grey world, all these obedient sheep They act like they know, but they're all sound asleep Waiting for something to wake up to Some nice juicy bone to chew You arrive on the scene, like a message from God Listen to the people applaud This is what you were born to do Wesley Willis taught me how to write about you Get famous You should be famous You go on and get famous I want you to be famous Light up the sky like a comet Make yourself want to vomit Shine like a cursed star Show everybody Exactly who you are Get famous You should be famous Go on and get famous I want you to be famous

Jonah went down to the docks to flee from the wrath of the Lord But the mark on his forehead was visible to everybody on board They threw him down into the water, but he did not drown I'm on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama, waiting for the wind to throw me down Now the Lord told the great fish, be free of your burden And Jonah emerged from his darkness like a dancer crashing through the curtain And the plant grew, but it withered, and it shriveled up and turned brown I'm on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama, waiting for the wind to throw me down Lord, if you won't keep me safe and warm Then send down the storm Send down the storm Jonah was sure he heard voices, maybe just one voice but real clear And where he went, the voice followed, sometimes hardly loud enough to hear "Shall I not spare the wise with the wicked? Hold back my wrath from this town?" I am on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama, waiting for the wind to throw me down May I address the foreman of the jury? Why do you hold back your fury? Don't hold back your fury

There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet No matter where you live There'll all ways be a few things, maybe several things That you're gonna find really difficult to forgive There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better You'll rise up free and easy on that day And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air Just when that day is coming, who can say? Who can say? Our mother has been absent Ever since we founded Rome But there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home We're gonna comandeer the local airwaves To tell the neighbors what's been going on And they will shake their heads and wag their bony fingers In all the wrong directions, and by daybreak, we'll be gone I'm gonna get myself in fighting trim Scope out every angle of unfair advantage I'm gonna bribe the officals, I'm gonna kill all the judges It's gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage Our mother has been absent Ever since we founded Rome But there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home, oh