​the Mansion

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The Microphones - Rock, Psychedelic Folk

​the Mansion

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[Verse 1] There's no end, there's no glory There's a slow resounding story There's no place to feel certain There's nobody waiting for me There's no stand of trees, no morning (There's no lamp, no sleepy hollow) There's a curve without a warning (There's no pack of dogs to follow) There's a weird and lasting sadness (Hot expanse, burning field) There's no large and lengthy warming [Verse 2] There's no heat, there's no expansion (There's no shield) There's no door into the mansion (There's no mask to wear) Lengthy warming, sweet removal Sweet expanse, sweet and substantial There's no flesh, there's no fingers In my hair; I see a tunnel We built walls, tall and solid Between the treasure and the shovel [Verse 3] I see an inn, I see a fountain There's a trail over the mountain There's no wayside, there's no stopping And the peak is wide and rocky There's no ceiling in the mansion There's no waste, no hesitation There's no crack of dawn, no morning Just an everlasting warming

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Writers
  • Phil Elverum