The Old Gold Shoe Lyrics - Nixon - Lambchop

The gold stereo 

Stretches out the sound 

Turns the plates until they're rounded 

The whole that you know 

Gets closer to the ground 

Closer to that thing you found 

For all our massive brains 

To call on choked remains 

It's painful 

It's certain 

That something's bound to break 

(Inside) 

Related 

15 Huge Stars Who Were Backup Singers First 

Listen To Every Song Of The Summer Since 1958 In Our Ultimate Mega-Mix 

Miley Cyrus Goes Back In Time In New Music Video For 'Younger Now' 

This house is not alone 

I'm kicking 'round here somewhere 

So check behind the ancient speaker 

Like painful southern bliss 

Pured upon like caramel 

And garnished with some crushed pecans 

To grow is not to grind 

To mope is not to mind 

The old cap 

The geezer 

The 15 second teaser 

Behold and you know 

Everyone's a ringer 

He's not even a very good singer 

The dirt on the tracks 

Has hardened into clusters 

Earthen legs and honey mustard 

Photos 

A storm is closing in 

Our leaves start to spin 

It's getting 

Much later 

I wish I heard your radio 

(Tonight) 

The people in the rain 

Are staring through our backs 

Wishing you had half a brain 

For all our little pain 

Tender is the mangle 

The science diet the ivory tangle 

The world goes away 

Each every stinking day 

I'm getting 

Much better 

This night's little upsetter 

The kids out in the street 

Take their toys and break them 

Look at them, then walk away 

The guy on the cross 

Is holier than I 

But then again he's made from plastic 

There's cattle tied with a chain 

Pinch the weeping Willie 

I know it's dumb, but sometimes I'm silly 

I crawl out of the rain 

Think of me as fetal 

Think of me as the fifth Beatle