Lyrics: Stephen Malkmus. Kindling for the Master.
In shocking white
Too light for light
More like heaven
Angel food rot
Came from the earth
Inside the earth
Jag of hurt time
Head revolving
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
master master
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
master master
I was shot for meat
and left alone with a crow
Got into watercolors and you never saw me again
But I plan to return
And with verbs I'll attack
I'll trip, I'll maim, I'll leave you with no skin on your back
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
master master
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
the master jerk
Everybody's got a heart to seek
Everybody's got a heart to sing
Everybody's got a heart to sing
Everybody's got a heart to see
Everybody's got a heart to seek
hearts all around
I'm the leech who can preach
They call me Sinister Joe
I got to sweltering heat
Of summer Ohio
If I'm little erratic,
You must give me some space
To let me spin it and out and
Up and through your face
You must learn
You must learn
or you must burn
must burn
Too light for light
More like heaven
Angel food rot
Came from the earth
Inside the earth
Jag of hurt time
Head revolving
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
master master
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
master master
I was shot for meat
and left alone with a crow
Got into watercolors and you never saw me again
But I plan to return
And with verbs I'll attack
I'll trip, I'll maim, I'll leave you with no skin on your back
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
master master
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
Kindling for the master
the master jerk
Everybody's got a heart to seek
Everybody's got a heart to sing
Everybody's got a heart to sing
Everybody's got a heart to see
Everybody's got a heart to seek
hearts all around
I'm the leech who can preach
They call me Sinister Joe
I got to sweltering heat
Of summer Ohio
If I'm little erratic,
You must give me some space
To let me spin it and out and
Up and through your face
You must learn
You must learn
or you must burn
must burn
Malkmus Stephen
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