At Odds Songtext
von Landlady

Beat ourselves to the promised land
It sure is loud at night
We might be smarter to park the car
You know we′re losing light
Autumn is a downward slope
Take a lemon to go instead
Have a little faith
You haven't lost your touch, they said
You just look out of place
Shouldn′t you be dressed for snow


Tell me where it's gonna go
There was a bird of prey on myrtle avenue today
Doing it the bad way
It plummeted down, but I knew that it knew
It would be soon going back back up
(You're gaining height)
What is old is new for a stack of bones like you
Come up for air, feel despair in the daylight
Do me a favor, and avoid the easy joke
Make a mess make me proud make an impossible sound

At odds with the gospel of
Taller buildings and hollow love
At odds with the number gods
They′ve got no seeds only probable cause
This part′s no good, this part's no good
A rearview mirror can be made to believe
You′re a ball of clay on any other day
But even change can be made to change (with dynamite)
Elastic Cadillacs and cardboard cities never crack
They crease, the same way I bend my knees before sleep


What is old is new for pack of wolves in a red canoe
Cruising for altitude
And their money's no good here
It′s never good anywhere
I don't fear the dark I fear no one
When you are shotgun
Currently my current′s running gold
The tank's half full, the engine's gonna hold
I′ve moved dirt from one home to the next
Good worms, in turn they left

Beat ourselves to the promised land
But hope is not a crutch
Double parked in a minivan
The church of dirt and dust
Hallelujah
Do-si-do
Even a mirror can
Be made to believe