Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain LP, Matador Records / 1999

Silent kit, no one to remind you,
You got no here, no reals to remind you.
Silent kit, don't take your pawn shop home
On the road, god [bad word] you.
Silent kit, don't lose your graceful tongue.

This is the city life, this is the city [bad word] from,
Let's talk about leaving.

C'mon now, talk about your family.
Your sister's cursed, your father's old and damned, yeah.
Silent kit, don't listen to the grandmother's advice about us, you're.
Solid kit don't listen to the rain.

Hand me the [bad word] stick, snare kick.
Blues calls upon thy myself
Into the spotlight, ecstasy feels so warm inside.
'Till five hours later I'm chewin', screwin' myself with my hands.