viva portland

Sucking on olives and driving up north
Breaking through ice right through to the ocean floor
Smashing snow cakes on a dying lake
Ten story houses have us praying for earth quakes
If you said that we could be dead
I could spend nights in rigermortis just kissing your head
I'd take that over hipsters and warehouses anytime

Taking in pictures by men from spain
Slipping in backwards on a subway train
While the city we came from wants to be new york
This one is seething and coughing up sports fans
Oh I've never been so in love
The muse is broken I gave her a shove
Because a new muse flies with me homeward every time

Oh what a time we had
Other drivers driving you mad
And as the last hours of '97 die away in the night
I'll be sucking on olives and other parts of you in the night

Taking in views at four dollars a coke
Overusing some of your father's jokes
The green of the lake sailing out into space
Makes the willamette look like a shoelace
And if you said that we could jump ship
I could spend nights under water with you at my hip
I'd take that over hipsters and warehouses anytime
I'd take that over cheap art and basement parties anytime
I'd take that over rags that give you three stars
Anytime

Words and music by michael johnson
© 1997 zubsongs, ltd.