Mountain Goats, The - An Antidote For Strychnine Lyrics






Dig around in the garbage
Save up some halibut bones in a jar
Scrape a winter's worth of salt deposits
From the rusty frame of my car
Ask the experts
Maybe they'll know

Call up my teacher in Cambridge
See what he remembers
Throw white phosphorus in the fireplace
Look for clues in the embers
Call the hotline
Give them a phony last name

Try to find
An antidote for strychnine
Try to find
An antidote for strychnine

Time's running short
Always seems to run shorter
Have some supplies sent
From up just past the northern border
Keep a line out
To the people who take the long view

Only share my research
With sick lab rats like me
Trapped behind the beakers
And the Erlenmeyer flasks
Cut off from the world, I may not ever get free
But I may
One day

Tryin' to find
An antidote for strychnine
Try to find
An antidote for strychnine

So many suffering from the same affliction
Coming up on the breakthrough
The clock's ticking
Dig down amongst my calculations
Check my map
Up there on the surface
Everybody's getting ready for the bloodbath
Stem the tide, stem the tide
They're calling down for reinforcements

Tryin' to find
An antidote for strychnine
Tryin' to find
An antidote for strychnine





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  1. S.... H....

    This makes all my nerdy tendencies tingle

  2. D.... H....

    why is this man trying to find an antidote for strychnine? Out of all things to study, the idiot fixates on an antidote for the most irrelevant toxin known to man. whats his aim? where does the guy get off? where does jom darneel get off? what sort of lawless pleasure does he get out of writing us this vaguery? He knows any sane person wants a protagonist who is solid enough to tuck them in and give them a kiss goodnight. not this pablo picasso character horseshit. geez man. even the first time i played this song i got dissociated for like two hours and ended up puking in my friends car.

    D.... H....

    Meta-phorical :P

  3. M.... P....

    The synth in this reminds me a lot of "Shelved" from Goths

  4. T.... S....

    Does this song really remind anyone else of Bloodbourne?

    T.... S....

    How so?

    T.... S....

    ​@//\\/z music I can kinda see, the weird semi-alchemical, semi-scientific research being done and the vaguely gothic tones contribute I think.

  5. c.... ....

    What a song, better with each dose...slowly drifting away ....no antidote!

  6. g.... h....

    You used to be my favorite acoustic metal band. This isn't even ironic-funny, it's true melodic suicide.

    g.... h....

    also, "acoustic metal"? what? tmg at its best is folk rock

    g.... h....

    You can still listen to the old albums, but I am really glad to see some changes in tMG tunes. I had to listen to this a few times to get it to grow on me; it almost felt like a country album, but it really is similar to Goths. ILWD is not my favorite album, but there are some real bangers on this album and I hope you give it another shot.

    g.... h....

    musicians don't owe it to you to stunt their own growth.

    g.... h....

    True melodic suicide is a pretty good title for something

    g.... h....

    Ahhahahahgahahgahgah can you even imagine

  7. M.... C....

    Dig around in the garbage
    Save up some halibut bones in a jar
    Scrape a winter's worth of salt deposits
    From the rusty frame of my car
    Ask the experts
    Maybe they'll know
    Call up my teacher in Cambridge
    See what he remembers
    Throw white phosphorus in the fireplace
    Look for clues in the embers
    Call the hotline
    Give them a phony last name
    Try to find
    An antidote for strychnine
    Trying to find
    An antidote for strychnine
    Time's running short
    Always seems to run shorter
    Have some supplies sent
    From up just past the northern border
    Keep a line out
    To the people who take the long view
    Only share my research
    With sick lab rats like me
    Trapped behind the beakers
    And the Erlenmeyer flasks
    Cut off from the world, I may not ever get free
    But I may
    One day
    Trying to find
    An antidote for strychnine
    Trying to find
    An antidote for strychnine
    So many suffering from the same affliction
    Coming up on a breakthrough
    The clock's ticking
    Dig down amongst my calculations
    Check my map
    Up there on the surface
    Everybody's getting ready for the bloodbath
    Stem the tide, stem the tide
    They're calling down for reinforcements
    Trying to find
    An antidote for strychnine
    Trying to find
    An antidote for strychnine

  8. G.... ....

    Holy shit this song is gooooooood!

  9. S.... ....

    good god what a bop. I'm in love. does anyone have recommendations for artists that have similar songs to this?

    S.... ....

    Conor oberst (from bright eyes) or AJJ (Andrew Jackson Jihad)

    S.... ....

    neutral milk hotel

    S.... ....

    M. Ward, his album "Post War" is great

  10. �.... �....

    One of the best songs on the album, if not in their whole discography.

  11. D.... S....

    Hair o' the dog. (No, but I love "tMG.") :-)