“Bankrupt On Selling,” Lonesome Crowded West, Modest Mouse

well all the apostles
they’re sitting in swings
and I’d sell off my savior
for a set of new rings
and some sandles
with the style of straps that cling best to the era
so all of the businessers
and unlimited kill
where they buy and they sell
and they sell all their
trash to each other
but they’re sick of it all
and they’re bankrupt on selling
and all of the angels
they’d sell off yer soul
for a set of new wings and anything gold
they remember
the people they loved their old friends
and I’ve seen through’em all
seen through’em all
and seen through most everything
all the people you knew were the actors
all the people you knew were the actors
well, I’ll go to college
and I’ll learn some big words
and I’ll talk real loud
goddamn right I’ll be heard
you’ll remember the guys
that said all those big words
they must’ve learned in college
and it took a long time
but I came clean with myself
I come clean out of love with my lover
I still love her
loved her more when she used to be sober and i was kinder

Three four things to note here>:

• Above all its air-stealing beauty, devasting truth, and sweeping import. I tell you it kills me. I have big mouth respect.
• In the middle of it all, between everything, how so me.me this part is:
  

  well, I’ll go to college
  and I’ll learn some big words
  and I’ll talk real loud
  goddamn right I’ll be heard

• and how gooden nice it will be when it’s this part that’s so that.me:
  it took a long time

  but I came clean with myself

• …as, perhaps, the I’m-sure-quite-kind folks at should do. Course I swawped the lyric paste off of one of those clutterly flashy respositories of shamey pleasures, mistakes, and, yes, lyrics. The I’m-sure-unwitted irony of this particular instance is that the page title there reads asi: Modest Mouse - Bankrupt On Selling Lyrics. I enjoy the convenient and gunning toward exhaustive access to long confusions and longer lovers, but it occurs to me now, with their less-than-subtle prodding, that these folks have pretty much stumbled into the perfect contrastabalance between…[cheesic]artful personal expression and heartless money-shooting chintzery. Bien hecho.

[yeah.]

Deeper into the site one finds this: “Each scenario is a narrative sequence of geometrical exposition written-and intended to be read-as a separate continuity.”

Hell yeah.