Lifting the mask from a local clown
Feeling down like him
Seeing the light in a station bar
And traveling far in sin
Sailing downstairs to the northern line
Watching the shine of the shoes
And hearing the trial of the people there
Who's to care if they lose
Take a look
You may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town
Dancing a jig in a church with chimes
A sign of the times today
And hearing no bell from a steeple tall
People all in dismay
Falling so far on a silver spoon
Making the moon for fun
And changing a rope for a size too small
People all get hung
Take a look and see me coming through
For I am the parasite who travels two by two
Lifting the mask from a local clown
Feeling down like him
I'm seeing the light in a station bar
Traveling far in sin
I'm sailing downstairs to the northern line
Watching the shine of the shoes
And hearing the trials of the people there
Who's to care if they lose
Take a look
You may see me on the ground
I am the parasite of this town
And take a look
You may see me in the dirt
I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt
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NOTES:
Appeared on beck.com on December 27th 2005
APPEARS ON:
BMG's Got You Covered
beck.com
Unreleased Material
YEAR RELEASED:
2005
LENGTH:
4:22
WRITTEN BY:
Nick Drake
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Brian Lebarton
Drums, Keyboards
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