Вершы: Mountain Goats, The. Going To Santiago.

big birds in the trees

cars locked and i've lost my keys

crashing sounds of the waterfall

and a statue of jesus 200 feet tall



3000 miles from the north california

and 3 little feet from falling off the earth

and the shadow of a mountain

should cast a shadow on a

and the snow underfoot is soft and yeilding



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look at those birds

i'd say something about them but i've lost the words

they're laughing and they're watching me

and the radiator's boiling for no reason

wild cattle crossing as it strikes their fancy

and a handfule of money which does me no good

and a pocketfull of medicine to amuse myself

with a photograph of someone stapled to my shirt sleeve



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