aasg.chirpingmustard

Outcast

Based on Poor Places by Wilco

It's my father's voice dreaming of
Scholars sailing off in the morning
For the water-proof lands
At the top of the world

His mind's been broken
His memories are fading into light
His friends have deserted
So I really wanted to see you tonight

The new ones aren't like the old
And decided to leave me alone
He'll die when he finds out I've been outcast from
His own place

His mind's been broken
His memories are fading into light
I'm all he has from them
And I really want to make him proud

The Outside calls me lowly
They want me to let them drown
I refuse but they find out
They're wrong but they go on with it

My mind's been broken
My actions are fading into darkness
I'm all he has from them
And I really don't want to make him sad

Yet it makes no difference to me
I'm an outcast, a mustard in their view
It's cold in these broken lands tonight
I'll not go to the Outside

Outcast, a mustard in the sea
It makes no difference to me
It's cold in these broken lands tonight
But I'll not go to the Outside

It's cold in these broken lands tonight
I'll not go to the Outside
I'll not go to the Outside
I'm going to the Outside
(Yankee, hotel, foxtrot…)