Pink-Slips-Okkervil River

[ti:Pink-Slips] [ar:Okkervil River] [al:The Silver Gymnasium] [by:] [offset:0] [00:02.01]Pink-Slips - Okkervil River [00:03.14] [00:12.60]Three brides before breakfast [00:15.49]These rails just wrecked us [00:18.12]My right hand on my heart [00:19.83]While my left hand snaps your necklace [00:24.39]Each day gets a little more scary [00:26.81]We're holding on in a way [00:28.87]But just barely [00:29.86]Moms and Dads are rationing their cash [00:32.94]For the commissary [00:35.54]But I can't start without going [00:39.92]All the way - it's a habit someone gave me [00:47.62]The nursemaid of the blank page [00:49.83]A canary of the American eclipse [00:52.75]A profiteer picking up pink slips [00:57.05] [01:08.11]This wish just to go back hey [01:10.86]When I know wasn't ever ever happy [01:13.45]Show me my best memory - it's probably super crappy [01:19.74]Nine years down in Texas with sluts of both sexes [01:25.34]Liars lumps and drug addicts and drunks; [01:29.13]I love my friends [01:30.84]But I can't stop without going all the way a [01:39.48]Nd I've been that way since '83 [01:42.48]The midwife of the jetlife [01:45.71]Oh genie with a golden spliff [01:48.34]A prostitute paid in pink slips [01:54.15] [01:57.46]I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors [02:00.34]When the call came there was nobody here [02:03.04]When they came from the communists [02:04.67]I kissed them on the lips [02:06.00]Then they came for the singers [02:07.56]In a haze of pink slips [02:13.84] [02:26.30]I guess I was just dreaming and drifting [02:30.22]I guess I was artificially lifted [02:32.38]Only happy until the age of ten is still a gift [02:37.96]But we can't go back to those "227" days [02:46.24]It's just a dream we all were having [02:49.95]Hey mariner in the dirt trade Oh [02:53.26]Postman of the post-apocalypse - from Academy Awards to pink slips [03:00.18] [03:03.25]And I showered my Corvette with Moët for years [03:06.00]But now I'm standing in the rain [03:07.27]Drinking the champagne of beers [03:08.66]They say "Who's that shadow sneaking off behind the pier [03:12.17]He was rushed and then he was rattled [03:13.54]But now he's finally in the clear [03:15.17]To be a refugee from the rat race [03:17.46]In his white tuxedo and his sad-face [03:20.93]A music group that your dad plays [03:23.74]Singing songs about autumn days [03:26.82]He's the laureate of the Granite State [03:29.20]And now he doesn't even write [03:30.43]He just riffs [03:31.94]And they'll cover up his coffin with pink slips "