Текст песни A Sky for Shoeing Horses Under - WHY?
Rain
goes
perfect
With
a
Nosdam
mixtape.
The
last
streetlights
Stay
on
well
after
dawn.
Kings
fall
to
fawns--
He
dropped
the
needle,
Let
the
song
say
it.
The
kind
of
morgue
with
a
Gong
to
tell
you
when;
But
the
room's
rules
bend
And
the
staff
will
make
you
laugh.
My
dad
wore
this
face
in
old
photographs.
Calico
cats
out
stare
me
from
Behind
a
junkyard
fence.
High
on
Khat,
I
let
my
stare
Go
soft,
but
pretend
it's
not.
When
I'm
eyed,
I
tongue
my
bottom
teeth
And
look
at
the
sidewalk
in
front
of
me
As
my
tennis
shoes
go
In
and
out
of
the
frame.
Another
sleuth-fooled
empty
'Y'
Walking
on
goose
eggs
in
the
mission
Swap-meet,
brown,
'31',
fishnet
Hat
cocked
to
the
right.
I
only
played
chess
once
in
my
life,
And
I
lost.
Looks
like
a
sky
For
shoeing
horses
under.
Looks
like
a
good
sky
To
die
under.
1 The Vowels, Pt. 2
2 Good Friday
3 These Few Presidents
4 The Hollows
5 Song of the Sad Assassin
6 Gnashville
7 Fatalist Palmistry
8 The Fall of Mr. Fifths
9 Brook & Waxing
10 A Sky for Shoeing Horses Under
11 Twenty Eight
12 Simeon’s Dilemma
13 By Torpedo or Crohn’s
14 Exegesis
15 By Torpedo or Crohn's (Dntel Remix)
16 Good Friday - Boards of Canada Remix
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