The Mountain Goats - Going to alaska

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^GThe jacaranda are^C wet with color, and the ^Gheat is a great paint brush, ^Dlending color to our lives, to th^Ge air, and to out faces; but I'm ^Cgoing to Alaska where there's ^Gsnow to suck the sound out^D from the air.

^GUp, yes,^C in the branches, ^Gthe purple blossoms, go ^Dpale at the edges; there is ^Gmoaning in the shifting of the ^Csap, and I see in them traces ^Gof last year, but then they ^Dhadn't grown so strong, ^Gand their limbs were more like wires.^C Now they are cables. ^Gthick and alive with alien e^Dlectricity, and I am ^Ggoing to Alaska, where^C you can go blind just by ^Glooking at the ground, ^Dwhere fat is eaten by itself ^Cjust to keep your body war^Gm.

^GBecause from where we are ^Cnow, it seems, really, that^G everything is growing in a ^Dthousand different ways; ^Gthat the soil is soaked through with old ^Cblood and with relatives ^Gwho were buried here, or close to here, and ^Dthey are giving rise ^Gto what is happening. Or can you ^Ctell me otherwise? I am ^Ggoing to Alaska, where the ^Danimals can kill you, but they^G do so in silence, as ^Cthough if no-one hears them, then it ^Greally won't matter. I am ^Dgoing to Alaska. ^CThey tell me that it's perfect for my ^Gpurposes.