Wilco - Spiders (kidsmoke) |
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Spiders
Wilco Spiders are singing in the salty breeze Spiders are filling out tax returns Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies On a private beach in Michigan Why do they miss when their kisses should Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys Why can't they wish their kisses good On a private beach in Michigan This recent rash of kidsmoke All these telescopic poems It's good to be alone Why can't they say what they want Why can't they just say what they mean Come clean, listen and talk Hello private callers, IDs blocked The future has a valley and a shortcut around Who will wear the crown of drowning award The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars Hold a private light on a Michigan shore You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke From a microscopic home It's good to be alone I'll be in my bed That raises from the dead You can be the stone And carries us all home There's no blood on my hands I just do as I am told |
