I really don't see why I need to have a title for something that doesn't require a title

Guided by Voices – The Best of Jill Hives

Paid up weathered and tied bow
Gladdened gladstone watch him go
Swimming 'neath the microscope
Hello lonely bless the nation

Mister skip to order none
Wouldn't soldiers fall upon
Try to find what makes her tick
While they're finding out what makes them sick

I don't know where you find your nerve
I don't know how you choose your words
Speak the ones that suit you worst
Sleep your ground is sad and cursed
Circle the ones that come alive
Save them for the best of Jill Hives

Came around and left you flat
He tragically decided that
Every child of God's a brat
And she's dying to escape them

But do we really need to see
All her punch drunk history
And which of it might hold the key
For the exit to her destiny

I don't know where you get your nerve
I don't know how you choose your words
Speak the ones that suit you worst
Sleep your ground it's sad and cursed
Circle the ones that come alive
Save them for the best of Jill Hives

I don't know where you find your nerve
I don't know how you choose your words
Speak the ones that suit you worst
Keep your ground it's sad and cursed
Circle the ones that come alive
Save them for the best of Jill Hives

Number one in all our souls
Try filling a crystal bowl
Fill it up with nine to fives
Save them for the best of Jill Hives

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A song that can't possible make much sense to anyone other than R. Pollard himself, but nevertheless is so much greater in meaning than any amount of "oh I am really sad my partner left me wahwahwah" lyrics spouted by the majority of cliched fucking clowns that make music.

: 27 Nov 2005 03:20 |  Tags: Lyrics |  Comments (5) |  Report a problem