Black Out
Pavement Lyrics

Sunday drive past your own hall of fame
It's closed on week days shut for good
You've got no one when you're talking
Thoughts like rattlesnakes were walking

No one has a clue
The party's shot
The thin caught fault line dancing
Across the frigid air shack
The spastic rats,
The criminals chat
Count to ten and read
Until the lights begin to bleed lights

Until you actually see the rays
And your thoughts then start to turn and
Those lessons that you're learning
No one has a clue

The gauzy thoughts of the sturdy Scots
Wrestle with the elements
Up on the trail high
I need to know where does it go

How do I get there and what will I find
Fun for the summertime blues

Written by: DAVID BOWIE

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Comments from YouTube:

Mark Wallner

No lyricist is better than Malkmus at understanding the musicality of words themselves - how certain words sound when placed together, and “Black Out” is one of the best examples of this. One of my favorite Pavement tunes, just a beautiful song all-around.

Paul Vidal

This track here may just go down as my favorite song of all time -- there's some kind of inherent beauty & nostalgia to it that just completely captivates me, even if I can't quite put my finger on it.


just a beautiful timeless song / the talent of stephen malkmus

Alex Block

I wish this song was longer...but yet I am satisfied with it's duration at the same time....

Alex Block

Paul Vidal Yeah that is true

Paul Vidal

The best songs keep you wanting more!

Isabella Oliveira

agradeço todos os dias da minha vida


This song is so good. I will always love pavement. I just wish I knee them when I was a kid in the 90s. It would have been brilliant

William Rees

So damn underrated


No one has a clue...

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