Master Song Beck (Ft. Andrew VanWyngarden, Ben Goldwasser, Binki Shapiro, Devendra Banhart & Will Berman)

(If we could all gather around
Make love to me, girl
He took you up in his aeroplane
Master song
I'm the master
Can I rap?
Go ahead)

I believe that you heard your master sing when I was sick in bed
I suppose he told you everything that I keep locked in my head
Your master took you travelling, well at least that's what he said
And now do you come back to bring your prisoner wine and bread?

You met him at some temple where they take your clothes at the door
He was just a numberless man in a chair who'd just come back from the war
And you wrap up his tired face in your hair and his hand on the apple core
Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare of all the kisses from some time before

And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk with a collar of leather and nails
And he never once made you explain or talk about all of the little details
Such as who had a word and who had a rock and who had you through the mails
Now your love is a secret all over the block and it never stops, even when your master fails

And he took you up in his aeroplane which he flew without any hands
And you cruised above the ribbons of rain that drove the crowd from the stands
Then he killed the lights in a lonely lane and an ape with angel glands
Erased the final wisps of pain with the music of rubber bands