A Major Minor Drag Songtext
von Lambchop

What′s that?
Is it gabbing that I'm hearing
Or something darker?
It sounds like Old Man River
On a cigar
Box guitar

It′s gospel, yes, for sure
They're cooking out now
And I want two wings to veil my face
But I'm here now
Imagination running round in place
Like a man in space, I′m here now

Something about this place
Something supple
Something warm
I can feel your hand
It stretches out to you


I know you can hear me now
I wish that I was there
I still hear whispers in the air
It′s awful when you leave this world
A gift

I'll miss the gift of gab

I guess there′s no margin for mistake
I stayed around at home and took a break
A major minor drag
A star upon your flag
It's revolutionary

I hear it′s almost late
Summer in New York
And I imagine I'm
I′m eating pizza with a fork

And soon the light turned around
It brought you down
A major minor drag
For me, too

And I'm at war now
The gift of gab, it only goes so far
And I'm at war now
With the obvious


Better put your spacesuit on
If you do me wrong
The day after it′s painted
Is the day you′re gone