Lyrics: Port Authority
Album: Unknown
Artist: Guided By Voices
 

I can’t know the song of the south
When my needle points north.
The blue south elegant with lovely lake
Eyes in a smiling river on fire look at me

Ape, the tailor whose fine linens he knows
Makes a man out of safety pins
Proud as an indian
I figure in future years i’ll be stained by the tears
Of desperate clinging

Miracle girls commercially perfect
Excel at port authority
Shall i run out to meet your hopes
Of liquor, tobacco & chocolate?
Up on chalkleg mirror mountain
Subtle and juicy