Cass McCombs - Cry lyrics

No gold for bards
No laurel enough to bushel into a bed
You tell me one thing and do the other
That’s weird!

No more cliche songs
Nothing less than every ounce of your heart
Though horses could easily pull me apart
No rhetoric and no gold for bards

Digging for carrots in the
Moonlight like an immigrant
Tearing through plastic bags like an addict
You tell me one thing and do the other
That’s weird!

Are you still listening?
I can’t do nothing for you
Can’t you see I have no feet?
We’re like two peas in a pod, Netflix and die

Go on and cry go on and cry

You lost the search for Agartha
You’re lost up your own ass
You're lost in the oil
Rainbow’s blue purple shine
Lost in bad poetry lost in logic
Lost in a racist bourgeois town

They say the remedy for heartache
Is to drink actual gypsy tears
It always adds up to the price of salt why?

Go on and cry go on and cry

The ancients wrote it in the earth
And the good spirit's all are drunk

Go on and cry go on and cry