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the decemberists - 16 by 32
Sixteen military wives,
Thirty-two softly focused, brightly colored eyes,
Staring at the natural tan,
of thirty-two gently clenching, wrinkled, little hands.
Seventeen company men,
Out of which only twelve will make it back again.
Seargeant sent a letter to five,
Military wives, his tears drip down to ten little eyes.
Cheer them on to their rivals
Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so
It's so
And the anchorperson on TV goes...
La de da de da
Fifteen celebrity minds
Leading their fifteen sorted wretched checkered lives
Will they find the solution in time
Using their fifteen pristine moderate liberal minds?
Eighteen academy chairs
Out of which only seven really even care
Doling out a garment to five
Celebrity mimes, they're humbly taken by surprise
Cheer them on to their rivals
Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so
It's so
And the anchorperson on TV goes...
La de da de da de-dadedade-da
La de da de da de-dadedade-da
Fourteen cannibal kings
Wondering blindly what the dinner bell will bring
Fifteen celebrity mimes
Served on a leafy bed the sixteen military wives
Cheer them on to their rivals
Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so
It's so
And the anchorperson on TV goes...
La de da de da de-dadedade-da
La de da de da de-dadedade-da
the decemberists - a bower scene
Thou unconsolable daughter
Said the sister
When wilt thou trouble the water
In the cistern
And what irascible black bart
Is the father
And when young Margaret's waistline
Grew wider
The fruit of her amorous centaur
Inside her
And so our heroine withdraws
To the Taiga
the decemberists - a cautionary song
there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping
through the lights of beacon street
and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her petticoats. and she's standing in the harbour and she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat. see how they approach
with dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their keeping
a gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming
and they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead
and she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck
and so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
'til at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming minions, and their opinions
and they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead
and they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the habor where she goes to bed, and this is how you're fed
so be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother, and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens, remember what she does when you're asleep
the decemberists - all arise
Baby wants a new spin
Baby wants a broken heart
Hear you found a lynchpin to keep it all from falling apart
But you keep on rollin'
You keep on rollin'
Better find a way
Better kick it from your big, brown eyes
Hear it tightens up when you fall after fifty tries
Like a ship at ocean
Like a ship at ocean
Like a ship at ocean
Like a ship at sea
You spit thick and you cross your heart
But the culvert's all run dry
From keeping shotgun shy all arise
Just be mine tonight
So the dollar shot shot broke the law and they knocked you down
Better call the coppers if you need someone to push you around
But you keep on stealin'
You keep on stealin'
Yes, you keep on stealin'
Well, there's nothing left to steal
You spit thick and you cross your heart
But the culvert's all run dry
From keeping shotgun shy all arise
Just be mine tonight
Just be mine tonight
Just be mine tonight
the decemberists - annan water
Annan water
You loom so deep and wide
I'll cross over
If you would stem the tide
Build a boat
That I might thwart the other side
To reach the farther shore
Where my true love lies in wait for me
In wait for me
In wait for me
In wait for me
Oh, gray river
Your waters ramble while
The horses shiver
And bide against the bridal
But I will cross
If mine own horse is pulled from me
Though my mother cries that if I try
I sure will drown it be
Will drown it be
Will drown it be
Will drown it be
But if you cull
And let me pass
You may render me a wreck
When I come back
So calm your waves
And slow the churn
And you may have my precious bones on my return
Annan water
Oh hear my true love's call
Hear her holler
Above your water's pall
God, that I could
That my two arms could give me way
And I would cross your breath
And rest my breast about her amber ring
Her amber ring
Her amber ring
But if you cull
And let me pass
You may render me a wreck
When I come back
So calm your waves
And slow the churn
And you may have my precious bones
On my
On my
Return
the decemberists - apology song
I'm really sorry Steven
But your bicycle's been stolen
I was watchin' it for you
'Til you came back in the fall
Guess I didn't do such a good job after all
I was feeling really sorry Steven
And I spent all morning grieving
And everybody's saying
That you'll take the news gracefully
Somehow I don't think I'll be getting off that easily
I meant her no harm
When I left her unlocked
Outside the Orange Street Food Farm
I was just running in
Didn't think I'd be that long
I came out, she was gone
And all that was there was some bored old dog
Leashed up to the place where your bicycle had been
Guess we'll never see poor Madeleine again
Let this be consolation, Steven
That all the while you were in England
I treated her with care and respect
And gave her lots of love
And I was usually pretty good 'bout locking her up
Where has she gone?
Well, I bet she's on the bottom of the Frenchtown Pond
Rudely abused on some hescher's joyride
So I wrote you this song
In the hopes that you'd forgive me
Even though it was wrong
Being so careless with a thing so great
And taking your poor Madeleine away, away
the decemberists - as i rise
I have come a few miles
I got blisters on my slippered feet
as i rise (X2)
California's okay
But i think i might stay in the shade
for awhile (X2)
Ladybug, ladybird
You're the pretty song I heard
in awhile (X2)
la de da, da da
...etc.
the decemberists - billy liar
Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets
Staring over at the neighbor's, knickers down.
He's got his knickers down.
So the summer is eternity for you?
Sleeping in until your father's shaking you down,
He's shaking you down.
And the mailroom shift gets a real short shrift
As you dole out the packages, no-one seems to want you around,
All skulking around.
Let your legs low on the lino
'Til your sinews spoil.
Will you stay here for a while, dear,
'Til the radio plays something familiar?
Plays something familiar.
All a-drifting, he's a no-good boyo
Sent a-fishing for a whalebone corset frame
(His only catch all day)
So he sits and lets the current take him
A gentle breeze will leave his pants in disarray
And at his ankles lain.
As he drifts to sleep with a moan and a weep.
He is decked by a Japanese geisha with a garland of pearls.
How she twists and twirls!
Let you legs low on the lino
'Til your sinews spoil.
Will you stay here for a while, dear,
'Til the radio plays something familiar?
Plays something familiar.
the decemberists - bridges and balloons
We sailed away on a winter's day
With fate as malleable as clay
But ships are fallible, I say
And the nautical, as all things, fades
And I do recall our caravel
A little wicker beetle shell
With four fine maste and lateen sails
It's bearings on Cair Paravel
Oh, my love
Oh, it was a funny little thing
To be the ones to see
The sight of bridges and balloons
Makes calm canaries irritable
And they caw and claw all afternoon
Catenaries and derigibles
Brace and buoy the living room
A loom of metals warp woof wimble
And a thimble's worth of milky moon
Can touch hearts larger than a thimble
Oh, my love
Oh, it was a funny little thing
To be the ones to see
Oh, my love
Oh, it was a funny little thing
It was a funny, funny little thing
the decemberists - burying davy
Bring out your weepin' weeds
Put on your ten-pint bowlers
Bring out your weepin' weeds
We're buryin' Davy
We're buryin' Davy.
Gather the screws and spades
Oil up your mud-brown slicker
Gather the screws and spades
We're buryin' Davy
We're buryin' Davy.
Who'll plane the old pine boughs?
Who'll set his legs uncrooked?
Who'll plane the old pine boughs?
For buryin' Davy
For buryin' Davy.
Mother wept no tears
Brother grew unruly
Mother wept no tears
At buryin' Davy
At buryin' Davy.
Bring out your weepin' weeds
Put on your ten-pint bowlers
Bring out your weepin' weeds
We're buryin' Davy
We're buryin' Davy.
the decemberists - calamity song
Had a dream
You and me and the war of the end times
And I believe
California succumbed to the fault line
We heaved relief
As scores of innocents died
And the Andalusian tribes
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
'Til all that remains is the arms of the angel
Petty greed
Queen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab
You know what I mean
On the road
It's well advised that you follow your own bag
In the year of the chewable Ambien tab
And the Panamanian child
Stands at the Dowager Empress's side
And all that remains is the arms of the angel
And all that remains is the arms of the angels
And you've receded into loam
And they're picking at your bones
Will call cold
We'll come home
Quiet now
Will we gather to conjure the rain down?
Will we now
Build a civilization below ground?
And I'll be crowned the community kick-it-around
And the Andalusian tribes
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
'Til all that remains is the arms of the angels
'Til all that remains is the arms of the angels
the decemberists - california one youth and beauty brigade
Take a long drive with me
On California one, California one
Take a long drive with me
On California one, California one...
And the road a-winding goes
From golden gate to roaring cliff-side
And the light is softly low as our hearts Become sweetly untied
Beneath the sun of California one
Take a long drown with me of California Wine
And the wine it tastes so sweet
As we lay our eyes to wander
And the sky, it stretches deep
Will we rest our heads to slumber Beneath the vines of
California wine?
Beneath the sun of California one
Annabelle lies, sleeps with quiet eyes
On this sea-drift sun
What can you do?
And if I said, O it's in your head
On this sea-drift sun
What can you do?
We're calling all bed wetters and ambulance chasers
Poor picker-pockets, bring 'em in
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
We're lining up the light-loafere'd
And the bored bench warmers
Castaways and cutouts, fill it up
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Nothing will stand in our way
I figured I had paid my debt to society
By paying my overdue fines at the mulnoma county library, at the
library
They said 'son, go join up
Go join the youth and beauty brigade'
Nothing will stand in our way
the decemberists - clementine
you slept in your overalls
after the wrecking ball
bereft you of house and home
and left you with sweet fuck-all
so we got in your car
with our kickabout hearts
and we hollered out 'sweet clementine'
tell your mom to marry us
a candle to carry us
with cans on our bicycle fenders
so sweet and hilarious
and we'll find us a home
built of packaging foam
that will be there 'til after we die
and, i'll play the clarinet
use clamshells for castinets
we play with our bags on our shoulders
my sweet lady lioness
and i watch as you sleep
so indelibly deep
and i hum to you sweet clementine
the decemberists - cocoon
this cocoon, caught in vesuvius' shadow
only the ashes remain
and i waited there for you
why couldn't you?
here we lie waiting for somethig to startle
to shake us from gravity's pull
and so the sleeping hours are through
what can we do?
the sorry conclusion, the low dirty war, it happened before you came to
but this is solution, and this is amends
the joke always tends to come true
but there on your windowsill over the unmoving platoon
written in paperback, the view to the quarterback's room
under waning moon
this quiet serves only to hide you
provide you
what i knew (x2)
it'd come back to you
take this palm, follow the lines here are written
tracing the veins and the shapes
and feel your fingers falling slack and all folding back
the tainted election, the hole in the sky
command what is tried, what is true
but without solution, with feet on the ground
it won't make a sound 'til you're through
so loosen your shoulderblades
this is your hour to make due
because there on the timberline
deep cold november shines through
soft and absolute
this quiet serves only to hide you
provide you
what i knew (x2)
it'd come back to you
the decemberists - constantinople
O the minarets of Constantinople
Are plated gold, ivory, and opal
Their cupolas all onion domed and light.
And the magistrate of Constantinople
Has made a match; his family was hopeful
Their daughter would be promised a wedding night.
But the Sultan's weary bride, she won't be wed tonight
Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie
For far across the town, her lover's lying drowned
And painted by the Bosporus in blue
And there's nothing for a broken heart to do.
Down the dirty streets of Constantinople
The beggars weep, their hands all wide open
Their severed leper limbs all swing and sway.
At a windowsill in Constantinople
Our Hero sighs to melodies noteful
And gazes on the walls that hold his love.
But the Sultan's weary bride, she won't be wed tonight
Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie
For far across the town, her lover now is drowned
And painted by the Bosporus in blue
And there's nothing for a broken heart to do.
No, there's nothing for a broken heart to do.
Except cry.
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