Lyrics WHY? – Gnashville
Text:
Sometimes I claim to know a guy but I can’t tell you what his hands look like
Guess who’s coming to dinner
Gnashville, never in the night
Never in the night when the knot grows tighter than fingers can untie
And all the last half damned rivers have gone dry
Does the cock crow thrice until someone is denied
Or the morning comes
You wonder if you ever get your shit together
What is that a leather sofa and a feather in an old fur hat
Fake tat lost in a box of Cracker Jacks
Practicing your plane wreck face in a first class lav
Does the cock crow thrice until someone is denied
Or the morning comes
You wonder if you ever get your shit together
What is that a leather sofa and a feather in an old fur hat
Fake tat lost in a box of Cracker Jacks
Practicing your plane wreck face in a first class lav
That’s what the ghost of someone’s dad might say
When they come calling, I won’t go calm
There is no palm or divine mitt
With which to hold one’s pit
Or seperate the human race from its enviroment
No scattered ashes loosely gather asking where the fire went
We’re left with half truth psalms
In an indecypherable scrawl in some vague extinct language
Ancient ink dull, almost vanished on some old brittle scroll
That’s what the ghost of someone’s dad might say
Album
WHY? – Alopecia
WHY? – Exegesis
WHY? – By Torpedo Or Crohn’s
WHY? – Simeon’s Dilemma
WHY? – Twenty–Eight
WHY? – A Sky For Shoeing Horses Under
WHY? – Brook & Waxing
WHY? – The Fall Of Mr. Fifths
WHY? – Fatalist Palmistry
WHY? – Gnashville
WHY? – Song Of The Sad Assassin
WHY? – The Hollows
WHY? – These Few Presidents
WHY? – Good Friday
WHY? – The Vowels Pt. 2