[intro] / Broom People Songtext
von The Mountain Goats

′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.