Discretion Grove — текст песни (Stephen Malkmus)

Hate recreated

A revelation

Uh listen to me

Ill tell you Im about to run

The ceilings 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 its time

To go there

Yea theres time, theres time, theres time

To go there



Celt alcoholic

Feeling past blue

Im 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 its all we do to run, run, run,



Youre 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