Method Acting / Cortez The Killer Dave Rawlings Machine

There's no beginning to the story
A bookshelf sinks into the sand
A language learned and forgot in turn
Is studied once again

It's a shocking bit of footage
Viewed on a shitty TV screen
You can squint at it through snowy static
To make out what it means

And keep stretching that antenna
Hoping that it will come clear
I need some reception, a higher message
Please tell me what to feel

'Cause I don't know what tomorrow brings
It's alive with such possibility
But I know that I feel better when I sing
Burdens are lifted from me
That's my voice rising

So T-Bone, please keep the tape rolling
Gil, keep strumming that guitar
We need a record of our failures
We must document our loves