Whispering Weeds Lyrics - Frank Black And The Catholics

I went climbing up a weedy hill 

Just to see what I could see 

There far below the Hindu shrine 

Where I go from time to time 

And up at the top I met dead Andy 

I'm not sure how he got killed 

But nailed to a tree is a photograph, yeah 

I always tip my hat 

Oh, whispering weeds 

Oh, whispering weeds 

Oh, whispering weeds 

What are we talking about today? 

And what's that you say? 

And what's that you say? 

Up in the flats of Leo Carillo 

Is a place where I can sleep 

A great big rock where I did dream 

A happy stone age dream 

And the darkness around me started to creep 

And I knew that I had to go 

'Cause night is the hour of the mountain lion who 

Sent me back home crying 

Oh whispering weeds 

Oh, whispering weeds 

Oh, whispering weeds 

What are we talking about today? 

And what's that you say? 

And what's that you say?