Lyrics The Mountain Goats

The Mountain Goats

Original Air-Blue Gown

Rain all burned away

The horseflies are an irridescent green

Plums boiled down to a pulp

Drying on a screen

Bright red air inside the house here

I can barely draw breath

Dark blue shapes pop behind my eyelids

I am not afraid of death

And on the television

Black and white footage of the young Cassius Clay

My god, my god, my god

He was something

Fists flashing as he comes toward the screen

Sailing headlong into nothing

And disappearing, reappearing

Out there in the clearing

Floating down the slight breeze

That plays along the edges of the leaves

It's you, it's you

It's you