We want to send postcards to the friends we used to have,
Rub their noses in the ugly fact that we are still alive
And we play
Lovers reggae
On accordian and banjo
When the moon is high.
And we lie on the floor
Get suspicious of the people
Who’ve just moved in next door.The bad taste in our mouths,
The twinkle in your eye
Good things never last
Bad things never die.
Mountain Goats show this Thursday at the Metro. Looking forward to it.
Oh, and Final Fantasy is playing.
