Discretion Grove - Stephen Malkmus

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