The Coroner's Gambit is an album by The Mountain Goats. It is mostly John Darnielle and his acoustic guitar, but it has sparse auxiliary instrumentation as well. Most of the songs were recorded on John's Panasonic RX-FT500 boom box, but due to either mechanical failure or desire for clearer sound quality, he used a 4-track recording machine for some tracks.
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Jaipur
The Mountain Goats Lyrics
I was having visions of sugar pastry
Cooked up in clarified butter
I tried to turn my visions into prayers
But I built my castle way high up in the air
Yeah, I came to the gates of the fabled pink city
Hungry and tired and cold
Swing low, sweet chariot
Chrome tailpipe shining bright as spun gold
My brothers picked me up out of the rushes
Handed me into the company of evil men
But I've inched my way down the eastern seaboard
I am coming to Atlanta again
Yeah, I came to the gates of the fabled pink city
Hungry and tired and mad as all hell
Swing low, sweet jewel-encrusted chariot
Make me young again, make me well
I am the killer dressed in pilgrim's clothing
I'm the hard-to-find stations on the AM band
I am the white sky high over Tripoli
I am the land mine hidden in the sand
Yeah, I came to the gates of the fabled pink city
Hungry and tired and alone
Swing low, sweet, sweet chariot
Coming forth to carry me home
Contributed by Natalie G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Jekyll
THE LOUDER YOU TURN IT UP, THE ANGRIER JOHN GETS
arctictis
I was having visions of sugared pastry
Cooked up in clarified butter
I tried to turn my visions into prayers
But I built my castle way high up in the air
Yeah I came to the gates of the fabled pink city
Hungry and tired and cold
Swing low, sweet chariot
Chrome tailpipe shining bright as spun gold
My brothers picked me up out of the rushes
Handed me into the company of evil men
But I've inched my way down the eastern seaboard
I am coming to Atlanta again
Yeah I came to the gates of the fabled pink city
Hungry and tired and mad as all hell
Swing low, sweet jewel-encrusted chariot
Make me young again
Make me well
I am the killer dressed in pilgrim's clothing
I'm the hard to find stations on the AM band
I am the white sky high over Tripoli
I am the landmine hidden in the sand
Yeah I came to the gates of the fabled pink city
Hungry and tired and alone
Sweet low, sweet, sweet, sweet chariot
Coming forth to carry me home
Thoritorium
Thank you very much for this
Christopher Bingham
This song is awesome! Much better than that song I used to hear as a kid that had the same chorus.
Jekyll
PATRICIAN
Los Papeles
Yes that's us, the audience