Phantasies - Stephen Malkmus

Wake up early in Karakatu, Alaska

We put our masks on to welcome the dawn

Call the huskies and collide into their fur

Fragrant in the overcast

Don’t be a bitter man, it could be worser

A slave in Belarus or a mat in Japan

Its cold as shit, always that way

Sometimes it gets to 99 below

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah

(Whoa wha-oh)

I got some lovely phantasies

(Whoa wha-oh)

I got some lovely phantasies

And you got some lovely phantasies

Tear off the top, let your memory pop

Its running, running, running, running away

After hours of fishin' through holes in the ice we drilled

You told me that you had a plan

Lets emigrate south to Sarasota

Where the marlin fishing never lets up

Until you want it to end

(White men go, white men go)

White men go to pieces in the tropics

I bet that is a topic

You’d rather not broach

Later on I’m gonna turn the heat to ten

I’ll thaw your foolish dreams away, ay

(Whoa wha-oh)

I got some lovely phantasies

(Whoa wha-oh)

I got some lovely phantasies

And you got some lovely phantasies

Tear off the top, let your memory pop

Its running, running, running, running away