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Goat's Milk

from Don't All Look Up At Once by Ezra Bell

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Well I remember you, you haven't changed a bit
You've still got that sadness, it's hanging from your lips
You point your tattooed fingers at the fish
As they swim off to the sunset so freely
(Oh there they go, there there they go)

With a conscience of your pockets you give surnames like Shabazz
Treat them like your children and you dress them up in drag
Your all down passing out predictions on the ave
To conclusions of the book we are both reading
(Somewhere between the spines)

They say time is always watching, he pours himself a drink
He says well I don't read the news, I'd rather use that time to think
How I fly on by while you fiddle with your phones
Like foolish waves go crashing over unsuspecting stones

You look into the mirror blowing kisses at your flaws,
Speaking broken Spanish drinking goat's milk through a straw
The twinkle from your eyes is said to stimulate the gods
Or the businessmen who idolize your lunchbox
(Saying what's he got, well what's he got)

You watch the soldiers starving from your bleachers in the shade,
On Halloween you heed their knocks and feed them hand grenades
You'll suffer through Martinis while Frank Sinatra's played
On the speakers there to drown out the gunshots
(Oh my, my, my, my)

Time is always watching, he pours himself a drink
He says well I don't read the news, I'd rather use that time to think
How I fly on by while you fiddle with your phones
Like foolish waves go crashing over unsuspecting stones
(Oh my, my, my, my)

Communism's crumbled, cabinets have lied
And if they told you half the truth, you'd do your best to act surprised
There are holes in every mountain, lines on every road
There are tractors at the tree line making gypsies of the Joads

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from Don't All Look Up At Once, released December 18, 2013

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Ezra Bell is an Indie Folk act from Portland, Oregon.

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