The Old Gold Shoe

The gold stereo
 Stretches out the sound
 Turns the plates until they're rounded
 The whole that you know
 Gets closer to the ground
 Closer to that thing you found
 And for all our massive brains
 To call on choked remains
 It's painful, and it's certain
 That something's bound to break inside
 This house is not alone
 I'm kicking 'round here somewhere
 So check behind the ancient speaker
 Like pain, painful southern bliss, it's poured upon like caramel
 And garnished with some crushed pecans
 And to grow is not to grind
 To mope is not to mind
 The old cap, the geezer
 The 15-second teaser
 Behold, and you know that everyone's a ringer
 He's not even my very good singer
 The dirt on the tracks
 Has hardened into clusters
 Of earthen legs and honey mustard
 The storm closes in
 Our leaves start to spin
 It's getting much later
 I wish I heard your radio tonight
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 The people in the rain
 Are staring through our backs
 Wishing you had half a brain
 For all, all our little pain
 Tender is the mangle
 The science diet the ivory tangle
 It all goes away
 Each and every stinking day
 I'm getting much better
 This evening's little up-setter
 The kids out in the street
 Take their toys and break them
 And look at them, then walk away
 The guy on the cross is holier than I
 But then again he's made from plastic
 And for all our massive brains
 To call on choked remains
 It's painful, and it's certain
 That something's bound to break inside