You can change the name again but the danger remains the same.
And when we paint over the bolts heaven knows those bolts are still loosening.
To the islands we can say that we shall flee, to the congo to remain in infamy but in reality we are loving all this muck our feet are stuck in.
Why else would we stand in line so many blazing hot summers in a row?
Did we think it would end diferently this time?
We've been given enough rope to get to where we set out for.
He knows it and she knows it and you're the last one to see your portrait. All the hoarders been squatting the running boards in the hopes of scoring a free ride.
You entertained their fantasies.
You entertained them accurately.
It was once obtuse but now one leg is shortening.
It will become obtuse when one of the two of you is screaming.
These things are never quite equalateral, never quite evenly divisable. That's why they are dangerous and unstable.
That's why we find solace piped in hrough the cable.
So we bring our vacation to an end this very day.
All we ever really wnated was the ashtray anyway, to line up with our knicknacks and wait to be thrown away, to pass off on our youth when we reach our end of days.
And as we gaze into the haze we ar eamazed that it's so clear, the shape into which all of our ships have disappeared. So we'll lay our lazy heads beneath the waves and let mermaids tuck us three deep into wattery graves.
from at Nantasket Beach!
released October 15, 2015
John Manson - Vocals
Dan Madri - Guitar, Synth
Isabel Riley - Bass, Vocals
Ernie Kim - Drums
Recorded and mixed by Doug Demay
Lyrics by John Manson
Music by Dan Madri and John Manson
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