Cass McCombs Follow

In my days, the taste of these aluminum sounds would be bricks
Rubber metal, rolling stone,
It's gonna get truck stopps,
Plot, lizards and driving far alone.

Garbage trucks lifting cans.
In the morning sun
Behind the wheel of a bulldozer.
It's my dear fun.
Jumdies, compact steam boats,
Green saddles and old barns.
Let your stones overload the youngs.

Small wheel run by faith.
Big wheel run by grace.
A wheel and a wheel go round and round.
What does it mean to be a man?
How you gonna tell them who I am?
A man is balls, a man is rust.
For a little while, a man is dust.
A man with a man, how much manner can you get?
I'm five foot one, and you're all wet.
Be a man!
I live by my principles,
I stick to my guns.
I wake up well before you can enjoy the sun.
I died on my honour which I alone defined.
My heart is yours, my soul is mine
Take back your flowers and your fancy appriss.
I'm a man because I'm saying, so give me a kiss!
Now this peace in the valley is no cause for a war.
No suspicion, no jealousy, let the ego sour.
Let the dog duet with the children, sing.
There's peace in the valley!
Let the freedom reign!