702. The old gold shoe - Lambchop

The gold stereo
Stretches out the sound
Turns the plates until they're rounded
The whole that you know
Gets closer to the ground
Closer to the things you found

And for all our massive brains
To call on choked remains
It's painful
And it's certain
That something's bound to break
(Inside)

This house is not alone
I'm kicking 'round here somewhere
So check behind the ancient speaker
Like pain, painful southern bliss
Is poured upon like caramel
And garnished with some crushed pecans

And to grow is not to grind
To mope is not to mind
The old cap
The geezer
The 15 second teaser

Behold and you know
Everyone's a ringer
He's not even a very good singer
The dirt on the tracks
Has hardened into clusters
Earthen legs and honey mustard

The storm closes in
The leaves start to spin
It's getting
Much later
I wish I heard your radio
(Tonight)

The people in the rain
Are staring through our backs
Wishing you had half a brain
For all, all our little pain
Tender is the mangle
The science diet the ivory tangle

The dark goes away
Each and every stinking day
I'm getting
Much better
This evening's little upsetter

The kids out in the street
Take their toys and break them
Look at them, then walk away
The guy on the cross
Is holier than I
But then again he's made from plastic

And for all our massive brains
To call on choked remains
It's painful
And it's certain
That something's bound to break
(Inside)