"Frontwards" as written by and Scott Kannberg Stephen Malkmus....
I am the only one
Searching for you
And if I get caught
Well, then the search is through

And the stories you hear
You know they never add up
I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart
Be quiet, the weather's on the night news

Empty homes, plastic combs
Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome
I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's wasting
So much style that it's wasting
So much style that it's wasting

Now, she's the only one
Who always inhales
Paris is stale
And it's war if we fail

And in the migrant hotels
They never sleep, they never will
Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt-clod hold
Your cigarette cuts to the inside

Empty homes, plastic combs
Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome
I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's leaving
This pattern's torn and we're weaving
This pattern's torn and we'll weave it


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    General CommentI really dig this song
    theTyranton August 27, 2007   Link
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    General Commentexcellent cover of an excellent song
    Specialiston August 27, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI think I like this one better than the original by Pavement (though Pavement's live version is probably still the best). I love the way the vocalists play off each other.
    sein514on April 10, 2009   Link

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