Give up the Grape - Robert Pollard

Every morning when I suffer the break

Tell my baby I will give up the grape

Other than that you know I’m all right

Far in distance from the late

Co-existence with Polaris and Moraine

Tires and highways in cahoots

It’s an industry that cannot complain

I drink myself astray

From shadows of fantastic Middle-Earth

Other than that you know I’m all right

In the service of the sounds

Sights and scenery of other lives less smitten

Every lookout being cased

Placed in solitude

I bleed a horse more bitten

I hide myself in a dream

From Howdy Doody’s terrorist regime

Other than that you know I’m all right…