가사: Mountain Goats, The. Going To Alaska.

The jacaranda are wet with color,

and the heat is a great paint brush, lending color to our lives,

and to the air, and to out faces; but I'm going to Alaska

where there's snow to suck the sound out from the air.



Up, yes, in the branches,

the purple blossoms, go pale at the edges;

there is meanining in the shifting of the sap, and I see in them traces

of last year, but then they hadn't grown so strong,

and their limbs were more like wires. Now they are cables.

thick and alive with alien electricity, and I am going to Alaska,

where you can go blind just by looking at the ground,

where fat is eaten by itself

just to keep the body warm.



Because from where we are now, it seems, really,

that everything is growing in a thousand different ways;

that the soil is soaked through with old blood and with relatives

who were buried here, or close to here, and they are giving rise

to what is happening. Or can you tell me otherwise?

I am going to Alaska, where the animals can kill you,

but they do so in silence, as though if no-one hears them,

then it really won't matter. I am going to Alaska.

They tell me that it's perfect for my purposes.