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") ...
Magic Marker
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
