Song parody of
The Cool, Cool River
by Jenny Hval
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Moves like a fist through the traffic
Anger and no one can heal it
Shoves a little bump into the momentum
It's just a little lump
But you feel it in the
Creases and the shadows
With a rattling deep emotion
The cool river
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
Yes boss, the government handshake
Yes boss, the crusher of language
Yes boss, Mr. Stillwater
The face at the edge of the banquet
The cool, cool river
The cool, cool river
I believe in the future
I may live in my car
My radio tuned to the voice of a star
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
And these old hopes and fears still at my side
At my side
Anger and no one can heal it
Slides through the metal detector
Lives like a mole in a motel
A slide in a slide projector
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
The rage, the rage, the rage of love
Turns inward to prayers of devotion
And these prayers are
The constant road across the wilderness
These prayers are
These prayers are the memory of God
The memory of God
And I believe in the future
We shall suffer no more
Maybe not in my lifetime
But in yours I feel sure
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
And these streets
Quiet as a sleeping army
Send their battered dreams to Heaven, to Heaven
For the mother's restless son
Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
Who denies his urge to break and run
Who says, hard times?
I'm used to them
The speeding planet burns
I'm used to that
My life's so common it disappears
My life's so common it disappears
And sometimes even music
Cannot substitute for tears
Moves like a fist through the traffic
Anger and no one can heal it
Shoves a little bump into the momentum
It's just a little lump
But you feel it in the
Creases and the shadows
With a rattling deep emotion
The cool river
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
Yes boss, the government handshake
Yes boss, the crusher of language
Yes boss, Mr. Stillwater
The face at the edge of the banquet
The cool, cool river
The cool, cool river
I believe in the future
I may live in my car
My radio tuned to the voice of a star
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
And these old hopes and fears still at my side
At my side
Anger and no one can heal it
Slides through the metal detector
Lives like a mole in a motel
A slide in a slide projector
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
The rage, the rage, the rage of love
Turns inward to prayers of devotion
And these prayers are
The constant road across the wilderness
These prayers are
These prayers are the memory of God
The memory of God
And I believe in the future
We shall suffer no more
Maybe not in my lifetime
But in yours I feel sure
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
And these streets
Quiet as a sleeping army
Send their battered dreams to Heaven, to Heaven
For the mother's restless son
Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
Who denies his urge to break and run
Who says, hard times?
I'm used to them
The speeding planet burns
I'm used to that
My life's so common it disappears
My life's so common it disappears
And sometimes even music
Cannot substitute for tears
