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• Artiste: Mountain Goats, The
• Titre: You're In Maya
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he hit me right in the face. i drove the falcon uptown. hung out in the library parking lot. the swelling'll never go down. tied a hiram walker in the lining of my father's old corduroy coat. big, big plans hatching in my brain and a big ugly lump in my throat. i drove up to harvey mudd and i played pinball 'till i didn't want to kill anyone. polished off all my cheap whiskey and stepped out into the california sun. singing bainne na mo is a gamna, and the juice of the barley for me. singing bainne na mo is a gamna, and the juice of the barley for me. my thirst carried me up the coast, where it only got sharper god damn it. in a small room that got even smaller a block away from the wilamette. there was nowhere i needed to go. and nowhere i wanted to be. from my window looked out upon nothing. and nothing looked right back at me. i had a couple of things on my mind. a couple of problems to think through. and i drank 'till i couldn't see straight anymore -- until there was nothing to drink to. singing bainne na mo is a gamna, and the juice of the barley for me. singing bainne na mo is a gamna, and the juice of the barley for me. hey!