Lyrics:Modest Mouse/The Moon & Antarctica

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3rd Planet

Everything that keeps me together is falling apart. I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over. My boss just quit the job; says he's going out to find blind spots, and he'll do it. The third planet is sure that they're being watched by an eye in the sky that can't be stopped. When you get to the promised land, you're going to shake that eye's hand. Your heart felt good -- it was dripping pitch and made of wood. And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me. Well, outside naked, shivering, looking blue from the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon, and baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used to be three and not just two. And that's how the world began, and that's how the world will end. Well, a third had just been made and we were swimming in the water. Didn't know then, was it a son? was it a daughter? When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming around in the water in the oceans, in our bodies, and another had been found, another ocean on the planet, given that our blood is just like the Atlantic, and how? Well, the universe is shaped exactly like the earth -- If you go straight long enough, you'll end up where you were. And the universe is shaped exactly like the earth -- If you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were. The universe is shaped exactly like the earth. Everything that keeps me together is falling apart. I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over.

Gravity Rides Everything

Oh, got to see, got to know right now: What's that riding on your everything? It isn't anything at all. Oh, got to see, got to know right now: What's that writing on your shelf in the bathrooms and the bad motels? No one really cared for it at all... not the gravity plan. Early, early in the morning... It pulls all on down my sore feet. I want to go back to sleep. In the motions and the things that you say, it all will fall, fall right into place. As fruit drops; flesh, it sags -- everything will fall right into place. When we die, some sink and some lay, but at least I don't see you float away. And all the spilt milk, sex and weight -- it all will fall, fall right into place. When we die, some sink and some lay, but I won't stop until you float away.

Dark Center of the Universe

I may disintegrate into the thin air if you'd like -- I'm not the dark center of the universe like you thought. Well, it took a lot of work to be the ass I am, and I'm really damn sure that anyone can equally, easily fuck you over. Well, I said something but I didn't mean it. Everyone's life ends but no one ever completes it. Dry or wet ice, they both melt and you're equally cheated. Well, it took a lot of work to be the ass I am, and I'm really damn sure that anyone can equally, easily fuck you over. Well, an endless ocean landing on an endless desert -- well, it's funny as hell, but no one laughs when they get there. If you can't see the thin air, then why the hell should you care? Well, it took a lot of work to be the ass I am, and I'm really damn sure that anyone can equally, easily fuck you over. Well, sure you'll tell me you've got nothing to say and our voice shook hands the other day. If you can't see the thin air, then what the hell is in your way?

Perfect Disguise

Well, you've got the perfect disguise and you're looking okay. From the bottom of the best of the worst, well, what can I say? Because you cocked your head to shoot me down, and I don't give a damn about you or this town no more. No, but I know the score... Need me to fall down, so you can climb up some fool-ass ladder? Well, good luck. I hope there's something better up there. Because you cocked your head to shoot me down, and I don't give a damn about you or this town no more. No, because I know the score... (Broke my back...)

Tiny Cities Made of Ashes

We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes. I'm going to hit you on the face; I'm going to punch you in your glasses. Oh no! I just got a message that said "yeah, hell has frozen over." I got a phone call from the Lord saying, "Hey, boy, get a sweater right now." So we're drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking, Coca-Coca-Cola. I can feel it rolling right on down, oh, right on down my throat. And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes, I'm going to get dressed up in plastic, going to shake hands with the masses. Oh no! Does anybody know a way that a body could get away? Does anybody know a way? We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes. I'm going to hit you on the face; I'm going to punch you in your glasses. I'm wearing myself a t-shirt that says 'the world is my ashtray'. Our hearts pump dust and our hair is all gray. And I just got a message that says "yeah, hell has frozen over." Got a phone call from the Lord saying, "Hey, boy, get a sweater right now." Does anybody know a way that a body could get away? Does anybody know a way? We're drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking, Coca-Coca-Cola. I can feel it rolling right on down, oh, right on down my throat. And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes, I'm going to lay down in the spa where they coat you in molasses right now. Does anybody know a way that a body could get away? Does anybody know a way?

A Different City

The Cold Part

Alone Down There

The Stars Are Projectors

Wild Packs of Family Dogs

A wild pack of family dogs came runnin' through the yard one day. My father got his gun, shot it up, they ran away, okay. A wild pack of family dogs came runnin' through the yard, and as my own dog ran away with them, I didn't say much of anything at all. A wild pack of family dogs came runnin' through the yard. As my little sister played, the dogs took her away, and I guess she was eaten up, okay, yeah she was eaten up, okay. My mother's cryin' blood dust now, my mother's cryin' blood dust now. My dad, he quit his job today -- well, I guess he was fired but that's okay, and I'm sittin' outside my mud lake, waiting for the pack to take me away. And right after I die, the dogs start floating up towards the glowing sky. Now they'll receive their rewards, now they will receive their rewards...

Paper Thin Walls

These walls are paper thin, and everyone hears every little sound. Everyone's a voyeurist, they're watching me watch them watch me right now. They're shaking hands, they're shaking in their shoes, oh Lord, don't shake me down. Everyone wants to move them and half of everyone else moves around. It's been agreed the whole world stinks, so no one's taking showers anymore. Laugh hard, it's a long ways to the bank. I can't be blamed for nothing anymore. It's been a long time since you've been around. Laugh hard, it's a long ways to the bank. Tow the line to tax the time you know that you don't owe. I can't be a fool for everyone that I don't know.

I Came As A Rat

Well, I ain't sure but I been told, he's baking cakes inside our souls. Stayed awake, took a nap, got myself my bottles back. I'm breaking them out in the street, walkin' 'round in my own bare feet. I do not need you to tell me that I am not a cat. I caught a ride, we caught some air, he's never gonna cut his hair. It takes more time to make a fake. We nightswam down in the lake, washed the dirt off our intentions, prattle on 'bout bad inventions. I came as ice, I came as a whore, I came as advice that came too short. I came as gold, I came as crap, I came clean and I came as a rat. It takes a long time, but God dies too, but not before he'll stick it to you. Well, I don't know but I been told, you never die and you never grow old. I came as a call, I came as flat, I came too soon so I came back. I came as flowers, I came as nice, I came as dirt and I came as its price. It takes a long time, but God dies too, but not before he'll stick it to you. Well, I don't know but I been told, you never die and you never grow old.

Lives

Everyone's afraid of their own life. If you could be anything you want, I bet you'd be disappointed. Am I right? No one really knows the ones they love. If you knew everything they thought, I bet you'd wish that they'd just shut up. Well, you were the dull sound of sharp math when you were alive. No one's gonna play the harp when you die. And if I had a nickel for every damn dime, I might have half the time. Do you mind? Everyone's afraid of their own life. If you could be anything you want, I bet you'd be disappointed. Am I right? It's hard to remember we're alive for the first time. It's hard to remember we're alive for the last time. It's hard to remember to live before you die. It's hard to remember that our lives are such a short time. It's hard to remember what it takes, such a long time. It's hard to remember. My mom's god is a woman and my mom, she is a witch. I like this. My hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself. Why fight this? Everyone's afraid of their own life. If you could be anything you want, I bet you'd be disappointed. Am I right?

Life Like Weeds

And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me. I could have told you all that I love you. And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from. I could have told you all that I love you. And in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die. I could have told you all that I love you. And on the day that you die, you'll see the people you'd met. I could have told you all that I love you. And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been. I wish I could have told you all. In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see, hearts need us to bleed. In this life like weeds, you're a rock to me. I know where you're from, but where do you belong? In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I'll breath. In this life like weeds, you're a rock to me. All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up, until there's nothin' left to breathe, and you think you feel most everything. And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings, to be pulled, strings to be pulled. So you think you've figured out everything, but we know that our minds are just made out of strings, to be pulled, strings to be pulled. All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up, until there's nothin' left to breathe, up until there's nothin' left to speak, up until the better parts of space.

What People Are Made Of

Rag weed tall, better hope that his ladder don't crack, or he'll hit the ground low, hard and onto his back. At the battle at the bottom of the ocean, well, the dead do rise. You need proof? I got proof. At the surface, you can watch 'em float by. Way in back of the room, there sits a cage. Inside, it's a clock that you can win if you can guess its age, which you never can do 'cause the time, it constantly changes. For luck or lack, I guess that is the saying. On the first page of the book of blue, it read, "If you read this page, than that'll be your death." By then, it was too late, and you wound up on an island of shells and bones that bodies had left, and the one thing you taught me 'bout human beings was this: they ain't made of nothin' but water and shit! Alright!

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