Westie Can Drum Songtext

von Pavement

Three o' three, the seconds they are sequins
And the minute string, raveled 'round the mannequin
Of formless space, a party line at last that we can
All embrace and segue to the burning masses

Ten to eleven, don't question, just get in
I think that we are losing a way
Westie, you cannot drum

Half past noon, visualize a centaur baying
At the moon, his profile is a silver circle
Brings to mind the portraits on the coinages and
Lincoln's beard and why's he got a horse's body?

(Griffin, a cruiser)
You'll love her, you'll lose her
I think that we are losing our way
Westie, you cannot drum

Five nineteen, deluded like a Dixie-Crat
I don't you
Clog latrine and clean it like a Dixie-Crat
And deck the halls with spirulina

Dry route to Devon, so great like Heaven
I think that we are losing a way
Westie, you cannot drum
No, Westie, you cannot drum