The Mountain Goats

The Mountain Goats - Broom People lyrics

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'36 hudson in the garage,

all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room,

dishes in the kitchen sink,

new straw for the old broom,

friends who dont have a clue,

well meaning teachers,

but down in your arms,

in your arms, I am a wild creature.



floor two foot high with newspapers,

white carpet thick with pet hair,

half eaten gallons of ice cream in the freezer,

fresh fuel for the sodium flares,

I write down good reasons to freeze to death

in my spiral ring notebook,

but in the long tresses of your hair

I am a babbling brook.
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