Lyrics - Conduitforsale by Pavement

Conduit for
Sale! (
Pavement)
I'm tryin',
I'm tryin'....
Imagine if you will
Herr
Proctor, alias a nobleman, son of son of scionscion.
Part of his rich inheritance, parcel in generous [divorced sense]forklift beam.
Certain plots of land and living quarters deemed by allgentlemen, and wives thereof, to be grossly humane and frankly, quite[undirty]
I'm tryin',
I'm tryin'....
Herr
Proctor, in his enviable good taste, tries quick escape gambit via localperiodicals, but no takers.
The land [???] was stationed in a conduitbetween two cells, a veritable no-man's-land, [rain, the flophouse, cog-bone terrors] and carbon monoxide wallpaper.
All [his brig-deck trina]boys ask: is it livable?
I'm tryin',
I'm tryin'....
Unable to bear the scandal,
Ray, philanthropist, rents low-down scabhouse in conduit,
Herr
Proctor offers said land for a song, but no onewants to sing.
In an attempt to maintain social privileges, yet mask it asgoodwill, he says to the conduit members, '
Take this rotten old tree andmake it bear fruit."
Cheers erupted throughout the [???] settlement.
An
Italian male was heard to say, "between here and there is better thananything over there!"
I'm tryin',
I'm tryin'....

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