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Billie and my friend the saint
You’re perfect in so many ways
But you never looked hard at a fetus in a jar
You never saw your mama change
And this wonderland of spite
Does not shine into your night
Like widows are seen as stigmatised beings
Who ought to have second chance
And hurricanes spin like debutantes in a trance

from “Folk Jam” off the same album:

If you enjoy the company
Of a descending family tree
Well tuck in your thoughts
It’s there or it’s not
The feeling is mutual
Well, pardon my birth I just slipped out
Origins I can’t brag about
Spawn of a bank inquisitor
And theives I wish
Watch out the snitch also involves himself in blackmail
One would think the interests conflict
The air is so taught I feel so thin
Hot as the come to closing in
Hot as the gun i’m closing in and reeap the benefits
Beware the head of state says that see believes in leprechauns
Irish folk tales scare the shit out of me, yeah

Malkmus’ voice grates. And willfully vague lines like this:

did you remember in december
that i won”t eat you when i’m gone
and if i go there, i won’t stay there
because i’m sitting here too long
i’ve been sitting here too long

Do nothing for me. However, I dig the “Gold Soundz”’s Spike Jonze-directed video.