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The Ground Walks, with Time in a Box by Modest Mouse


Open up a window

All the air, all the air is falling out

Eyes vacuum up light

Sound gets trapped by the mouth

What to do with the remainder

When the dents, the dents get hammered out

Then we'll travel through time


The world's an inventor with its work

Crawling, running, squirming 'round

Trees drop colorful fruits

Directly into our mouths

The world's an inventor

We're the dirtiest thing it's thought about

And we really don't mind


We'll probably never get there

Bring your sightseers, schoolteachers down

It's a watercolor weekend

All the trees are turning colors now

We'll probably never get there

Bring your candy taster time wasters around

And we'll fuck with their minds


The world composes

With his shirttails wrinkled, hanging out

Bang us together

See what sort of sounds we make right now

The world plays music

Playing skin on teeth inside of the mouth

What sort of sounds?

What lovely sounds come about?


We greased all the roads

We're floating in the light

We're gonna break these borders

We're gonna move in time

We greased all the roads

We're floating in the light

We're gonna break these borders

We're gonna travel time


We're gonna throw a party

All the ghosts of trees are coming out

Don't move in any direction

Wait until the light's inside of the cloud

You're gonna wanna see this

Don't bring your camera around

Watch sun and sawdust align


We greased all the roads

We're floating in the light

We're gonna break these borders

We're gonna pulse in time

We greased all the roads

We're floating in the light

We're gonna break these borders

We're gonna travel time


Hold up a window

All the air, all the air is falling out

Eyes vacuum up light

Sound gets trapped by the mouth

Our predecessor left this box

And something's clawing around

I think it really wants out



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