Lyrics Discretion Grove - Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks
Hate
recreated
A
revelation
A-listen
to
me
I'll
tell
you
I'm
about
to
run
And
the
ceiling's
are
undone
Specialized
victories
For
overage
whores
I
felt
up
your
feelings
And
they
left
me
no
more
time
To
see
what
I
want
to
find
(Believe)
let
it
go
(And
leave)
The
shots
in
closing
(Believe)
Discretion
grove
For
it's
time
to
go
there
Yeah,
there's
time,
there's
time,
there's
time
To
go
there
A
Celt
alcoholic
Feeling
past
blue
I'm
tryin
to
get
up
From
sending
all
my
selves
to
you
And
in
times
I
tilted
you
Major
Alfonso
Mined
up
the
gold
The
ceremonial
dead
trees
Told
him
all
that
he
could
do
And
it's
all
we
do
to
run,
run,
run,
run
(Believe)
let
it
go
(And
leave)
The
shots
in
closing
(Believe)
Discretion
grove
For
it's
time
to
go
there
You're
never
gonna
run
aground
until
the
sun
is
down
You
are
gonna
hear
the
sound
of
a
crazy
ship
On
an
insane
raid
Discretion
wind,
let
it
go
You're
never
gonna
run
aground
until
the
sun
is
down
You
are
gonna
hear
the
sound
of
a
crazy
ship
On
an
insane
raid
Just
crash
our
wind
on
a
manic
bay
Distract
the
wind
on
a
manic
bay
Scratch
the
wind
on
a
manic
Bay
1 Black Book
2 Phantasies
3 Jo Jo's Jacket
4 Church On White
5 The Hook
6 Discretion Grove
7 Troubbble
8 Pink India
9 Trojan Curfew
10 Vague Space
11 Jenny & The Ess-Dog
12 Deado
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