Testo: Silver Jews (The). Other. Albermarle Station.

Call me from Albermarle Station if you can
I hope you find your concentration beneath those ceiling fans
We used to dance in this split-level ranch
when moonlight flooded the room
Now you're gone and the shades are all drawn
in my air conditioned tomb

Bad roads, bad snow, bad bridges
could turn a once bad man religious
if your kingdom ever comes
you better run

There must be a spanish word for this feeling
the rush I get when I am stealing
from the Dust Congress
whose dollars and dimes
say "in dust we trust"
(the world is not ready for you)

I passed an abandoned drive-in
with ivy growing over the screen
It was like I caught Hollywood sleeping-
sleep without dreams

A magic shop in Colonial Watts
something gets pushed by the wind
The worlds not ready
the worlds not ready
the chimes of rabies are ringing again

Bad roads, bad snow, bad bridges
could turn a once bad man religious
if your kingdom ever comes
you better run

There must be a pool out behind the church
cause he looked so cool in the back of a hearse
After a fortnight of his trial
all the citizens began to dress in his style
(it's a beautiful world)