Text: Mountain Goats, The. Palmcorder Yajna.

Holt Boulevard

Between Gary and White

Hooked up with some friends at the Travelodge

Set ourselves up for the night



Carpenter ants in the dresser

Flies in the screen

It will be too late by the time we learn

What these cryptic symbols mean



And I dreamt of a house

Haunted by all you tweakers with your hands out

And the headstones climbed up the hills

And the headstones climbed up the hills



Send somebody out for soda

Comb through the carpet for clues

Reflective tape on our sweatpants

Big holes in our shoes

Every couple minutes someone says he can't stand it any more

Laugh lines on our faces

Scale maps of the ocean floor



And I dreamt of a camera

Pointing out from inside the televsion

And the aperture yawning and blinking

And the headstones climbed up the hills



If anybody comes to see me

Tell 'em they just missed me by a minute

If anybody comes in to our room while we're asleep

I hope they incinerate everybody in it



And I dreamt of a factory

Where they manufactured what I needed

Using shiny new machines

And the headstones climbed up the hills