Artist: stephen malkmus
Song: wicked wanda
Album: Real Emotional Trash
Year: 2008
Wicked, wicked Wanda
What was it that spawned ya?
Who’s responsible for your trash?
A pretty little spider
With Hollywood inside her
And no time to accommodate
Chicken scratch
A bare ass back
Never
Voice your scream
Hair loves cream
Forever
Wicked, wicked Wanda
I’d rather date Rwanda
Than be involved in
Your moral trash
Pretty little spider
With Hollywood inside her
And no time to accommodate
Venom kicks
We’re not Jick
Offender
(I can see the moon the sun
the stars they shine on everyone
together)
Basement screams
Apparent to me
Forever
To be free of doubt and longing
Simple clarity
Belonging
In a role untouched by history
To be part of something vaster
Than yourself the frozen plaster
Break out of your core categories
Strike me square
Into the arms of the air
Strike me square
Into the arms of the air
Stories not reality
I feel like a junk contraption
Truth is I can’t shake this vile fear
When I space out I’m direct
I got the beaker to reflect with
Free to be a temperamental tear
Strike me square
Into the arms of the air
Strike me square
Into the arms of the air
