Mountain Goats, The. Faithless Bacchant Song. Zeneszám

somewhere in the damn forest

where the fat pines look like my brother's arms

thick and ripe

i'm trying to get out for days and these green vines

keep getting in my way



i came up to a clearing

where the cross currents cooled my face

i would've sat down there in the middle

i would've rested just a little

but for the fire-bellied toads

see the ground was wet and they were everywhere

fire-bellied toad number five

from what may or may not have been unlimited series

opened up his little mouth

as though to speak

and then he spoke

and then he spoke to me, and he said



"you can't holler down a rain barrel

you can't climb around a tree

i don't want to play in your yard

if you won't be good to me."



honey it was downright creepy