Robert Pollard - Port Authority - Sözleri

I can't know the song of the south

when my needle points north.

the blue south elegant with lovely lake

eyes in a smiling river on fire look at me



Ape, the tailor whose fine linens he knows

makes a man out of safety pins

proud as an Indian

I figure in future years I'll be stained by the tears

of desperate clinging



Miracle girls commercially perfect

excel at Port Authority

shall I run out to meet your hopes

of liquor, tobacco & chocolate?

up on chalkleg mirror mountain

subtle and juicy


















		
			



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