Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
Early morn earworm. The Mountain Goats are more punk than punk.
* * *
We’re gonna commandeer the local airwaves
to tell the neighbors what’s been going on
And they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
in all the wrong directions
and by daybreak we’ll be gone
I’m going to get myself in fighting trim
scope out every angle of unfair advantage
I’m going to bribe the officials
I’m going to kill all the judges
It’s going to take you people years to recover from all of the damage.
Our mother has been absent
ever since we founded Rome,
But there’s going to be a party when the wolf comes home.
