Stephen Malkmus - Face The Truth (2006) by Stephen Malkmus (보컬) on maniadb.com

What you gonna do?
I don't know, my friend
But I'm open to suggestion if you'll proffer two cents
Give me something I can hang my coat on, yeah!

Nine times out of ten
I'm not the guidance type
I've been sitting on a fencepost for the brunt of my life
And now I need some help to find out what I feel, it kills

It kills the time
Until you fill your heart, you'll see
There's more to you than what you think and need

Where you gonna go?
I don't know, my friend
But I'll take this road forever or until it does end
Here or there or someplace else, man, anywhere!

Maybe to the west
Where they don't fall down
In a canyon of a valley in a twenty-horse town
A voluntary rest home where they lecture you, it kills

It kills the time
Until you fill your heart, you'll see
there's more to you than what you think and need

We can share our bland opinions
About the quality of air
and all will be right
All will be right on top

There's a place in old dominion
Near that courthouse by the square
Where all will be right
All will be right on top of the day

Rationalized confusion, memento morial
You're turning ugly into ease, you're naked in a towel
Well pride's a swollen subset
It will never never never pipe down

At the yoga olympics, murdered by a single kick
You tower over everything the rest are dog tits
The cemetery headstone is a rock in the rain, the rain
Is pain

I've hardly been
Cannot get in
Unlike the sky:
Wide and never lost

The fallacy of selflessness, the friendship etiquette
Normal is weirder than you would care to admit
Fatigued by socialized
You're tired and tender

I went to see a "go to gigs a lone type of band"
They elucidate something that all alone understand
The shab ability to locate quagmire hearts on the map
It's a trap!

I've hardly been
Cannot get in
Unlike the sky:
Wide and never lost

We meet again
Riding our divisible bodies
Feel no shame
Luck is love is on

If you need the pain
Well you are, yes you are so much like me
Seasons change--nothing lasts for long
Except the earth and the mountains
So learn to sing along and languish here
Help me languish here

It was long ago
That all of your willing dimensions
Lost the flow
And vanished in vaneer

But iI want to know
If you are, yes you are so much like me
Steel restraints
Zodiac ballet, everybody play
There's no more counting days, you languish here
Help me languish here

You said, "done is good,"
But done well is so much fucking better
Share the wealth
And cauterize the tears

If you want to know
Well you are, yes you are so much like me
Freeze the saints
Such a subtle read, exquisite pedigree
Just let yourself be and languish here
Help me languish here

From eternal grey
Fantastic times await

So let them rake in
All they wrought
No one can get at you
If you're caught on a wave

Fractured knees, calamaties
Enfold me in serenity
And loud cloud crowds
Are taking over

Front and center, we all sit
In stadia of our own devising

Don't let reputation pre-decieve you
It is one on none
Inside this fieldhouse
For the brain

Fractured knees, calamaties
Enfold me in serenity
And loud cloud crowds
Are taking over

The loud cloud crowds
Go up and over
The loud cloud crowds
Go up and over

Came from the top of the deck
Warm and direct
No more shoes
No more news
No more blues

Iranian gown on your frame
Born to the game
No more shoes
No more news
No more blues--getcha back!

All my stray thoughts
They are unarranged
All my stray thoughts
They are impure

Give me sidearm compliments
Give an autopsy of the event
Such uneven principles
Time and time and time again
Spare me your contrarian thaw

Beautiful nerves, send you wild
Lost in a pile
Of old shoes
Of old news
Of old blues

A gallery of vivid dreams
Torn and extreme
No more shoes
No more news
No more shoes
No more blues
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more more more more blues

I was made for lovin' you, baby

I want my alka-seltzer!

Mama's in the kitchen with onions
Daddy's in the back with ol' Hank
Thinking 'bout the lasers and bunions
Talking disability ranks

No, we didn't have too much money
Just enough to make the dead ends meet

Me, I'm on the back of my hobby horse
Far away in some desert town
Miles from a civilization
Miles from a fortified town

Down in that basement it's sunny
We cannot stay down there for too long

Back then, it all seemed so funny
Toys were toys and boys were boys
The simple nights and easy joys, all right
Come out for another day

Upstairs mama's making some crepes, yeah
From a fancy recipe book
To me they just look like tortillas
Boy, that mama can cook

Soon, she will be calling for grub, yeah
I can't wait for such a sight this long

Back then, it all seemed so funny
Toys were toys and boys were boys
The easy nights and simple joys, all right
Come out for another day

In shocking white
Too light for light
More like heaven
Angel food rot

Came from the earth
Inside the earth
Jag of hurt time
Head revolving

Kindling for the master

I was shot for meat
Left alone with a crow
Got into watercolors and you never saw me again

But I plan to return
And with verbs I'll attack
I'll trip, I'll maim, I'll leave you with no skin on your back

Kindling for the master

Everybody's got a heart to sink

I'm the leech who can preach
They call me sinister joe
I got the sweltering heat
Of summer Ohio

If I'm little erratic,
You must give me some space
To let me spin it and out and
Up and through your face

You must learn, or you will burn

Revelation artistry
So fed up with hypocrisy
There isn't a label large enough to fit your bill

Act like you deserve to win
Trade up for a thicker skin
For scraps of acceptance from coked-up quasi-urbane kids

I'm really, really, really,
Really proud of what you did

Post-paint boy, with your art
You're penny rich and dollar dumb
In a style that they call
So non-European

You're the maker of modern
Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye
You're the maker of modern
Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye--yep!

Belarus Biennial
You surely surely made them wow
Minds were blown and bombs were thrown--oh no!!

Seventeen anteaters
Sequestered in a room
With the sisters of mothers of famous gluttons I don't know

You really, really, really,
Really, really, really showed

Who can blame you for becoming
Penny smart and dollar dumb
In a world that has become
So American

You're the maker of modern
Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye
You're the maker of modern
Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye

You're the maker of modern
Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye
You're the maker of modern
Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye--yep!

With a thousand tiny terrors
No more weekend shares
Make it get away
Baby come on

If you give it to me timmy
I'm out here on a limb-y
I don't need hideaways
Baby come on

well, half-way through my life
I flipped on internal bitch so
Tell it to me straight
Baby come on

And i know that the shapes are great
So i won't hesitate
To leave it at the door
Baby come on

I see you're under my diamond
I see you driving the winter shell

So you say that you're too old to yell
But too young for hell
It's not far away
Baby come on

If a life of tears cuts you down
You can sit around
I won't make you stay
Baby, come on

I see your lovely traffic pose
I see you're trailing what you're good for

Baby come on
Baby come on
Baby come on
Baby come on, let me come

Baby come on
Baby come on
Baby come on

So long
Good bye to the nervous apprehension
I certainly won't miss ya
My heart is unable to stay so unstable no more

Go now
Leave this place and if you do not know how
You'll learn along the way
The road to rejection is better than no road at all

If I see your negative shadow
I will lead it from the room
A media-sized headache is not enough to break it
If you've already assumed the malediction

Certain
Kinds of people that we like to know, yeah
And others gotta go
If you wait 'til you're ready, then you'll never make an amends