Post by skepticatfirst on Feb 27, 2019 13:08:21 GMT -5
I know you've heard it live since you posted this, but I just saw someone put up a recording from the Munich show here (www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDAKI4AWyK0). Took a shot at the lyrics below.
Don't know what to make of it, but he's doubled down on the links to both the Mezzanine Gypoff ("fishhook in his mouth" vs "Wrote it on her hip with a magic marker ... Looked just like a hammerhead shark / With a hook in its mouth, he was dead in the yard") and How a Resurrection Really Feels ("write your name" vs "They wrote her name in magic marks / On stop signs and subway cars") ...
there were times when all that freedom had me wasted wild and bored shootin through the ceiling shakin off the desert storm reachin out for something tryin to let go of the war hopin hard for something to hold on to
stretchin out the truth tryin to seem a little hard scratchin at the eight ball in the back half of the bar used to always roll around with a magic marker sometimes it feels good to write your name
later on we'd end up at the after hours house the guy who took the money with a fishhook in his mouth pretty girls all burnin holes cushions of the couch times we slept on kicked-in windows[?]
spent the best part of the summer tryin to come up with a plan made a couple little changes and met up with a man did something kind of strange made like fifteen grand hope i never have to pull that trick again hope i never have to pull that trick again
went out west and tried to double it lost it all, tried to recover it got pistolwhipped in portland lord i got so much of it trouble with my numbers for some time
some priest he got me clean VA fixed my face i came home behind the counter started working at my uncle's place mostly takin orders shakin cans of paint someone had to help me make the change
well it's been 20 years since what we call the accident everybody knows no one ever mentions it everybody's talkin bout the president me i'm never sure what i should say
half my friends went off with heroin motorcycles did the others in guess it's true that we all want the same things same things as the people right around you and i'm still working at my uncle's place still drive around in darkness but i mostly stay in the straights[?]
the pretty girls up there at independence lake[?] they don't seem to see me any more i'm better with my numbers now parked down by the water stretchin out the truth tryin to seem a little softer i still roll around with my magic marker some nights it just feels good to write your name some nights it just feels good to write your name