Conduitforsale — текст песни (Pavement)

Conduit for Sale! (Pavement)
I`m tryin`, I`m tryin`....
Imagine if you will Herr Proctor, alias a nobleman, son of son of scion
scion. Part of his rich inheritance, parcel in generous [divorced sense]
forklift beam. Certain plots of land and living quarters deemed by all
gentlemen, 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 local
periodicals, but no takers. The land [???] was stationed in a conduit
between 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 scab
house in conduit, Herr Proctor offers said land for a song, but no one
wants to sing. In an attempt to maintain social privileges, yet mask it as
goodwill, he says to the conduit members, `Take this rotten old tree and
make it bear fruit. Cheers erupted throughout the [???] settlement. An
Italian male was heard to say, between here and there is better than
anything over there!
I`m tryin`, I`m tryin`....