Lovecraft in Brooklyn - The Mountain Goats

It’s going to be too hot to breathe today but everybody’s out here on the

streets

Somebody’s opened up the fire hydrant, cold water rushing out in sheets

Some kid in a Marcus Allen jersey asks me for a cigarette

Companionship is where you find it, so I take what I can get

Hubcaps on the cars like fun house mirrors

Stick to the shadows when I can

Lovecraft in Brooklyn

When the sun goes down, the armies of the voiceless, several hundred thousand

strong

Come out without their bandages, their voices raised in song

When the streetlights sputter out, they make this awful sizzling sound

I cast my gaze toward the pavement, too many blood stains on the ground

Rhode Island drops into the ocean

No place to call home anymore

Lovecraft in Brooklyn

Head outside most every day

To try to keep the wolves away

Imagine nice things I might say

If company should come

Woke up afraid of my own shadow, I mean, like genuinely afraid

Headed for the pawnshop to buy myself a switchblade

Someday something’s coming from way out beyond the stars

To kill us while we stand here, it’ll store our brains in mason jars

And then the girl behind the counter

She asks me how I feel today

I feel like Lovecraft in Brooklyn