Old College Try by The Mountain Goats
“I can feel it in the rotten air tonight / In the tips of my fingers / In the skin on my face / In the weak last grasp of the evening's dying light / In the way those eyes I've always loved illuminate this place / Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell / Like the searchlights in the parking lots of Hell”
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I can feel it in the rotten air tonight / In the tips of my fingers / In the skin on my face / In the weak last grasp of the evening's dying light / In the way those eyes I've always loved illuminate this place / Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell / Like the searchlights in the parking lots of Hell
One of my favourite lyrics: "Like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell"
things will shortly get completely out of hand - i can feel it in the rotten air tonight, in the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face.
it's getting colder out, which means i'll be listening to the mountain goats on vinyl all-day
Like a trash can fire in a prison cell, like the searchlights in the parking lots of Hell
This little song caught my attention this morning. I reminded me of someone I used to be.
