“Phantom Limb” by The Shins

“And we’ll no longer memorize or rhyme. Too far along in our crime. Stepping over what now towers to the sky, with no connection.”

Foals in winter coats
White girls of the North
File past: one, five and one
They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham
The EHS norm

So we just skirt the hallway sides
A phantom and a fly
Follow the lines and wonder why
There’s no connection

A week of rolling eyes
And cheap shots from the trite

And we’re off to Nemarca’s porch again
Another afternoon with the goat-head tunes
And pilfered booze

We wander through her mama’s house
And the milk from the window lights
Family portrait circa ninety-five
This is that foreign land
With the sprayed-on tans
And it all feels fine
Be it silk or slime

So, when they tap our Sunday heads
Two zombies walk in our stead
This town seems hardly worth the time
And we’ll no longer memorize or rhyme

Extra Effort And An ‘Ooh-Ooh’ Chorus

Shriek of the Week: The Shins, “Phantom Limb”


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