Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gold, artist - Jeffrey Lewis.
Date of issue: 06.07.2003
Record label: Jeffrey Lewis, Rough Trade
Song language: English
Gold |
When I got to the golden city |
Most of the gold was gone |
By that time I had some questions |
So I flagged down a race-car bum |
He said «Sonny I don’t know where it’s going |
But I can show you where it all comes from» |
And he mopped his red forehead and he pointed |
Straight into the setting sun |
And people let me tell you |
That what I then did saw |
It sent such a shock to my system |
That I almost fell down dead on the floor |
'Cause the sun had a big chunk missing |
About 24 carats wide |
And I stared into that hole in the golden sun |
And you wanna know what I saw inside? |
I saw a giant toothpick factory |
And it made my very soul feel sick |
'Cause when I say I saw a toothpick factory |
I mean I saw a factory made out of toothpicks |
And that factory was a-hoppin' and jumpin' |
And a-roaring and letting off steam |
And you know that that ain’t all now |
Let me tell you what else I seen |
Behind the factory was a giant mutant monster |
With sixty-seven seperate tails |
And each one was wiggling and waving |
And each one as long as twenty-three whales |
And at the tip of each towering tendril |
Were a dozen tiny pencils of lead |
And each word they wrote was in a different language |
And when you put them all together they said |
«You who have arms to wrestle |
And you who have wars to fight |
And you who have chips on your shoulders |
Must now line up and stand to my right |
But you who are meek and lawful |
And you who are soft and kind |
If you don’t want to see something awful |
Run and get yourself a rock to hide behind |
'Cause these colours are just a signal |
And these colours are just about to fade» |
And when I read those words I shivered |
And I saw exactly what the factory made |
Out of a little doorway |
At the end of a conveyor belt |
In the centre of a ring of fire |
Half the size of a postage stamp |
Were a million household items |
Packed into a metal Dukes Of Hazzard lunchbox |
And they were all shut and sealed and fastened |
With a gold combination lock |
And just about every minute |
Another one came right out of the hole |
And crashed to the earth beneath it |
And landed in a lump of coal |
And every poor coal miner |
Who happened on a golden stone |
Was made both richer and wiser |
And had to murder someone to get it home |
And then I had to close my eyelids |
And I had to turn my face away |
The race-car man was crying |
And I heard him angrily say |
«I suppose you want a glass of water |
I suppose you wanna eat something warm» |
Ans I said, «Yes but not with you sir» |
And I ran off to be alone |
And I sat under a bridge and I wondered |
What exactly all of these things were |
And I found I could not even remember |
What I thought they were before |
I just want something even |
Something that won’t cause no fuss |
The sun can go about its business |
And leave the rest to us |
And we’ll call it even |
And we’ll call it gold |