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Wilco Kicking Television Live In Chicago

kickin' Yeah, I'm calm Oh, I'm kickin' Television Television Um.. Oh, I'm serious You'll see I'm kickin' Yeah, I'm calm Yeah, I'm kickin' Television Television Television

Spiders are singing in the salty breeze Spiders are filling out tax returns Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies On a private beach in Michigan

When you're back in your old neighborhood The cigarettes taste so good But you're so misunderstood You're so misunderstood There's something there that

Jesus, don't cry You can rely on me honey You can combine anything you want I'll be around You were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun

great southwest to forget her She appears in his dreams But in his car and in his arms A dream can mean anything A cheap sunset on a television set can

When I sat down on the bed next to you You started to cry I said, maybe if I leave, you'll want me To come back home Or maybe all you mean, is leave

Cheer up, honey I hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with silvery stuff Honey kisses clouds of fluff Shoulders shrugging

When the devil came He was not red He was chrome and he said Come with me You must go So I went Where everything was clean So precise and towering

I was chewin' gum for something to do The blinds were being pulled down on the dew Inside, out of love, what a laugh I was looking for you Saxophones