Pavement Conduitforsale Letras:
Conduit for Sale! (Pavement) I'm tryin', I'm
tryin'.... Imagine if you will Herr Proctor, alias
a nobleman, son of son of scion scion. Part of his
rich inheritance, parcel in generous [divorced
sense]
forklift beam. Certain plots of land and living
quarters deemed by all gentlemen, and wives
thereof, to be grossly humane and frankly, quite
[undirty]
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'.... Herr Proctor, in his
enviable good taste, tries quick escape gambit via
local periodicals, but no takers. The land [???]
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was stationed in a conduit between two cells, a
veritable no-man's-land, [rain, the flophouse,
cog- bone terrors] and carbon monoxide wallpaper.
All [his brig-deck trina]
boys ask: is it livable? I'm tryin', I'm
tryin'.... Unable to bear the scandal, Ray,
philanthropist, rents low-down scab house in
conduit, Herr Proctor offers said land for a song,
but no one wants to sing. In an attempt to
maintain social privileges, yet mask it as
goodwill, he says to the conduit members, 'Take
this rotten old tree and make it bear fruit."
Cheers erupted throughout the [???] settlement. An
Italian male was heard to say, "between here and
there is better than anything over there!" I'm
tryin', I'm tryin'....
Letras: Conduitforsale Pavement [final]