Astronautalis - Down And Out In The Bold New City Of The South lyrics

I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows Watchin' you kiss the screen Lovin' them, like I hope they love me I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums I'm sneakin' out, peakin' inside your homes Watchin' you, watch them split they seams Lovin' them, like I hope they love me I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows Watchin' you kiss the screen Lovin' them, like I hope they love me I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums I'm sneakin' out, peepin' in your homes Watchin' you, watch them split they seams Lovin' them, like I hope they love me It's the return of the ghost, the raising of the dead And the cloning approach shadows stick the foot of your bed With windy notes, so fog the window with breath I drag my footprints through your gra** and all across your garden I never know just what's to be said It's so close to the wall, the cars will get hit So spell it out in the fog in the window pane Written backwards at your expense for everyone else's gain It's hard tonight but it's comin' in clear You called 'em right? They comin' here They got the couch and he's got the chair I got the flower beds, some sweaty palms, a couple dumb ideas Praying hearts and minds stuck in discovery's fears I've been alive in little bursts It's the little bits of life that hurt The way to write's been across the dirt The sunpots seen behind you work The ball of kindness is shipping the bird Toss in smiling, call him first It covers up the best and hurts the worst The freckles are suddenly painted across your shoulder blades The biggest hit to come across the space The calling and the fall of all who wait The fingerprints and window gla** The funny women's superstitious afraid of cats Dumbest feeling, the embarra**ment that puts us on our a** Looking back, then moving on The stupid songs, the foolish ones Reminds the signs the brightest lies The Broadway clip that turns the gate Broke hold but don't get close kids Turns out it's understood, it's time to miss I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows Watchin' you kiss the screen Lovin' you, like I hope you love me I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums I'm sneakin' out, peakin' inside your homes Watchin' you, watch them split they seams Lovin' them, like I hope they love me I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows Watchin' you, watch them split they seams Lovin' them, like I hope they love me The sun came in over on the building Rich and 56 feet below, a Dominican charges path to d**h run pain stained block While the chief turns on his radio and cracks his steel Reserve I wonder how many of last night's lovers double parked This city swallows men He tells me tales of places that he ran, eventually ran from Never to return again It's funny in luck and love You can never remember the moment that you fell in Or recall when you fell out of touch The city's hushed, keepin' it's secrets The sunshine is gliding, riding, hiding wrinkles and creases, beautiful features Chipped, cracked, crippled and weakened Tragic pageant queen bleeds soft focus, keepin' her even The city's breathing, feel it coming awake Every explanation creates a gray across the sky scrape Like the sky's a looking gla** and the fog, the dirty breath left We can etch our dreams and wipe it clean before they see It's city's rushing, picking up a bitter steam The Chief's beat his shift till first sip A malt liquor will bleed to lips He flips a small piece of sh** Driver's license, a money clip And shows it off everything equipped With a face like, "Look what I did..." City's up in arms, the Chief is ravin' Sick of taxes, sick of workin' Sick of waitin', sick and tired of what the city's facin' Enlisting ladies chased from the bottom of his history's basement A tomb of her own, a room caked in cobwebs, odd and ends, and vases This city's built ahead of steam, the river shivers steadily The poison boilin' up from beneath the lies and memories I spent the last three months in shambles Drunk on clouds and syphoned stars I shook every palm left-handed Those offered inside the back of a bar Woke in a party with streamers tossed inside my hair My head's been ringin' loud A cigarette burns out inside my left hand And dust the cane and bottle cacophony off of me standing And blow a kiss to my chair Unlock the deadbolt baby, I'm comin' home Or you'll never see my face around here You'll never see my face around here You'll never see my face again The patient changes and takes his place Now I need strength now that all my rap friends have settled down Fingertips and sand pockets put a stone here and All I can come up with the same news is bad news from this old town It's all I have what a beautiful piece of rotten luck You don't own the right to pay for my kisses and backwater dreams So, sneakin' my hands across your shoulder blades Won't you fall into my arms and fall into the eaves And fall asleep while the city grinds its teeth Do the bottle race, hold me fast, boot strap The moves are holding us to the earth With your eyes shut tight, anyone can be king We're in projectors, steal concesssions, like the picture was blurred We face the days that we can't see, we run and we fall We hate this place, but we can't leave, so what do we call it Now it's cornered by the cat's calls and situated walls And the error message says, "You son of a b**h. You hated in love?" Facing the sun centers away from a soft shoe, dreams of tap dance Hangover a headache aversion to civility, turning to beach Arm in arm live in old frames before the kids kiss in Gasoline tombs and c**aine I know it's slow, James, strips malls insane With a fresh coat of paint and more f**ing fast food chains But it's okay, my feet are still fine The suns still burning, blurry lines till I can still see in the sky Leaving me blind, staggering from the scene to the street to the streams that lead to the east to feed the machines that leave us in peace Soon as they receive their load, sing a song of St. Johns And sail alone around the rest of the globe And sail alone doing KNight Rider past your house Start laughing about driving dragons and pa**ing out Private pageants cash and clowns, bursts of laughing out Down and out in the bold new city of the south