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

For all our massive brains

To call on choked remains

It's painful

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 painful southern bliss

Pured upon like caramel

And garnished with some crushed pecans

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

Everyone's a ringer

He's not even a very good singer

The dirt on the tracks

Has hardened into clusters

Earthen legs and honey mustard

A storm is closing in

Our leaves start to spin

It's getting

Much later

I wish I heard your radio

(Tonight)

The people in the rain

Are staring through our backs

Wishing you had half a brain

For all our little pain

Tender is the mangle

The science diet the ivory tangle

The world goes away

Each every stinking day

I'm getting

Much better

This night's little upsetter

The kids out in the street

Take their toys and break them

Look at them, then walk away

The guy on the cross

Is holier than I

But then again he's made from plastic

There's cattle tied with a chain

Pinch the weeping Willie

I know it's dumb, but sometimes I'm silly

I crawl out of the rain

Think of me as fetal

Think of me as the fifth Beatle