Stephen Malkmus

Bleed the pot
When you're hot you're hot
And when enough is enough
Do the fakers drop out?
Promise me
You will always be
Too awake to be famous
Too wired to be safe
But all you really wanted
Was everything
Plus everything
And the truth
I only poured you
Half a line

Carry on
It's a marathon
Take me off the list
I don't want to be missed
Carrion
Its what we all become
From small minds and tall trees
Away from the action
But all you ever wanted
Was everything
And everything
Plus the truth
I only poured you
Half alive
Half alive


I only poured you half a lie

There once was an empire chase
Known as a great, great game
And one of its rooks came from stoke-on-trent
And mortimer was his name

An impotent tea-bag spazz
Pride of the vicar caste
Sent off to asia
Expansion land
Determined to be a man
Determined to be a man
Determined to be a man
Determined to be a man
Determined to be a man

He loved a nice sag aloo
The long, lazy afternoons
But soon he was singing
A different tune
It went something just like this

A billion flies on a horse's tail
The spirit of a late, lame raj
Punjabi's finest, bring me your wine list
As the news comes across the air today:
"tension grows in afghanistan
Carbine bullets could settle the score"--
I had a crap gin tonic it wounded me
Send my way off on one
Send my way off on one, two, three, four

[deado]
Feel the work
Of the tooth-impacting jerks,
Seem to measure you for size,
They got metal in their eyes [oh yeah]
We're chasin' performance and several moods
We're chasin' performance and several moods
Times where easy wages fat,
Stumble on inflated stats

Jan, you took me far into a long line.
Divine divine divine divine
Jen, you took me far into a long line.

I can't employ employ the tactics,
Already rented them out to my friend snake/schnake
The equinox tail- chaser -- super frail
Smoking in the fog,
Set a trap in the mirage,
Well we'll never see the rights
That won't see the libel
They'll file the fine,

Jen, you took me far into a long line.
Divine divine divine divine
Jen, you took me far into a long line.
Divine divine divine divine

Jennifer dates a man in a 60s cover band
He's the ess-dog, or sean if you wish
She's 18, he's 31
She's a rich girl, he's the son
Of a coca-cola middle man

Kiss when they listen
To "brothers in arms"
And if there's something wrong with this
They don't see the harm
In joining their forces and singing along

See those rings on her toes check that frisbee in his volvo
It's a volvo with ancient plates
They've got a dog she named trey
A retriever with a frayed bandana around his neck

Trey has a window into their relationship
The baby talk voices
And the post class-a nasal drip
But it all seems to function
At least in her dog's mind

Let me out of here
Let me out of here
You got to let me out of here
You got to let me out of here
Let me out of here
Out of here
Out of here, out of here
Let me out of here ill hit the ground running

Jennifer left for school up in boulder
And the ess-dog came to visit when he could
But the strain was too much
They could not make up for distance
And the distance between their years

Neither one listens
To "brothers in arms"
The ess-dog waits tables
And he sold his guitar
Jenny pledged kappa and she started pre-law
And off came those awful toe rings
Off came those awful toe rings

Wake up early in (karakatu), alaska
We put our masks on to welcome the dawn
Call the huskies and collide into their fur
Fragrant in the overcast
Don't be a bitter man
It could be worse,
A slave in belarus or
A mat in japan
Its cold as shit, always that way
Sometimes it gets to 99 below

Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah

(whoa wha-oh)
I got some lovely phantasies
(whoa wha-oh)
I got some lovely phantasies
And you got some lovely phantasies
Tear off the top, let your memory pop
Its running, running running, running away

After hours of fishin' through holes
In the ice we drilled
You told me that you had a plan
"lets emigrate south to sarasota
Where the marlin fishing never lets up
Until you want it to end"

(white men go, white men go)

White men go
To pieces in the tropics
I bet that is a topic
You'd rather not broach
Later on i'm gonna turn the heat to 10
I'll thaw your foolish dreams away

Hate recreated
A revelation
Uh listen to me
I'll tell you i'm about to run
The ceiling's are undone
Specialized victories
For overage whores
I felt up your feelings
And they left me no more time
To see what i want to find

Believe-- let it go
And leave--the shots in closing
Believe--discretion grove
For it's time
To go there
Yea there's time, there's time, there's time
To go there

Celt alcoholic
Feeling past blue
I'm tryin to get up
From sending all my selves to you
And in times i tilted truth
Major alfonso
Mind up the gold
The ceremonial dead trees
Told him all that he could do
And it's all we do to run, run, run,

You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down
You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship
On an insane raid

Just crash our wind on a manic bay
Distract the wind on a manic bay
Scratch the wind on a manic bay