There are days when I think Craig Finn is right,
'Cause I feel like I'm stuck,
stuckstuckstuck between the stations
it sticks like a broken record
everything sticks like a broken record
The crystal radio shatters and then I'm seeing visions like it's another sort of crystal
(starring at my lcd like it's lsd like this network is some sort of vision quest)
-Yeah, my nights are mostly dark but last night I dreamed in color
Yeah, she's really all that strict of a... and I wonder is she a really cool...?
I don't care if she's a damned good... but would she be that great of a...?
Sometimes I feel like walking with The Devil and John Berryman, walking down to the Blackstone... but I think of all the paintings we would be without if Van Gogh had gone and died face down...
So I walk on, no Devil nor John either, nor anyone else, I walk on because I'm stuck,
stuckstuckstuck between the stations
it sticks like a broken record
everything sticks like a broken record
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