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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kurt Vile
Vocals
Farmer Dave Scher
Lap Steel Guitar
Rob Laakso
Bass Guitar
Stella Mozgawa
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kurt Vile
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kurt Vile
Producer
Rob Laakso
Producer
Greg Giorgio
Mixing Engineer
Peter Katis
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Sometimes I talk too much but I gotta get it out
But I don't wanna talk, I only wanna listen
My baby talks soft, my ears are always ringing now
Humming a sad song when I'm alone
But you gotta be alone to figure things out sometimes
Be alone, when even in a crowd of friends and not so
Sometimes of whom you just can't distinguish but
Thank god for the former, yeah
Some bow down a hundred times a day or more
To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day
Find the temple, to bask in the glory of
Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then
Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and
Breathing deep inside
There's a desert down below the earth's core
A hidden staircase in the house that you reside in
A little something from the cupboard over there
A little medicine, it's a medication situation
Some bow down a hundred times a day or more
To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day
Find the temple, to bask in the glory of
Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then
Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and
Breathing deep inside
Writer(s): Kurt Samuel Vile
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