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For the Portuguese Goth Metal Bands
by The Mountain Goats
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Set the spectrum for the greyscale, that's better
Favorite bold fonts in blackletter
Star-crossed lovers and their tragic fates
And the one Celtic Frost record
Almost everybody hates
Candlelight playing its tricks
On the walls of the cave
Hauling these songs to the light
From the mouth of the grave
Mark the map out for the treasure, don't say where
Find the octave in the shadow and stay there
Sleep till sunset, stay up late
Bleed bile all night
Into an SM58
Candlelight playing its tricks
On the walls of the cave
Hauling these songs to the light
From the mouth of the grave
Finally head west but it's a dead end
Come home dead broke but still among friends
Keep what's precious, drop what's not
Without a second thought
There's not so many of us
But you don't know any of us
Work like a gravedigger, let the blood spill
Headline really big festivals
Every other summer in Brazil
Candlelight playing its tricks
On the walls of the cave
Hauling these songs to the light
From the mouth of the grave
Set the spectrum for the greyscale, that's better
Favorite bold fonts in blackletter
Star-crossed lovers and their tragic fates
And the one Celtic Frost record
Almost everybody hates
Candlelight playing its tricks
On the walls of the cave
Hauling these songs to the light
From the mouth of the grave
Mark the map out for the treasure, don't say where
Find the octave in the shadow and stay there
Sleep till sunset, stay up late
Bleed bile all night
Into an SM58
Candlelight playing its tricks
On the walls of the cave
Hauling these songs to the light
From the mouth of the grave
Finally head west but it's a dead end
Come home dead broke but still among friends
Keep what's precious, drop what's not
Without a second thought
There's not so many of us
But you don't know any of us
Work like a gravedigger, let the blood spill
Headline really big festivals
Every other summer in Brazil
Candlelight playing its tricks
On the walls of the cave
Hauling these songs to the light
From the mouth of the grave
