Tag: The Decemberists

Sweet Annabelle, As seen reclining on an ocean swell As the waves do lather up to lay her down 'til ...

By the bumper cars In the pretty twining light I may have gone too far I may have gone too ...

My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist In pre-war Paris Smuggling bombs for the underground. And she met my father ...

Angel, won't you call me? Could I be the only though I am a lost cause, Angel, won't you call ...

Truly, with his thorn in your side and you don't know why Julie dips her toe in the tide and ...

I'm really sorry Steven But your bicycle's been stolen I was watching it for you 'Til you came back in ...

My name is Leslie Anne Levine My mother birthed me down a dry ravine My mother birthed me far too ...

And here I dreamt I was a soldier And I marched the streets of Burkenau And I recall in spring ...

There is a road that meets the road That goes to my house And how the green grows there And ...

There's a place your mother goes When everybody else is soundly sleeping Through the lights of Beacon Street And if ...

They've come to find you, Odalisque As the light dies horribly On a fire escape you walk All rare and ...

This cocoon, caught in Vesuvius' shadow Only the ashes remain And I waited there for you Why couldn't you? Here ...

Grace Cathedral hill All wrapped in bones of setting sun All dust and stone and moribund I paid twenty-five cents ...

I'm a legionnaire Camel in disrepair Hoping for a Frigidaire to come passing by I am on reprieve Lacking my ...

You slept in your overalls After the wrecking ball Bereft you of house and home And left you with sweet ...

Take a long drive with me On California one, California one Take a long drive with me On California one, ...

We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum and tea-leaves. We've emptied out all the bars and ...

Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets Staring over at the neighbor's, knickers down. He's got his knickers down. ...

There is a city by the sea A gentle company I don't suppose you want to And as it tells ...

The gymnast, high above the ground, Limbers up and falls timbers down. Ankles splayed and all tied. The gymnast long ...

There's a wrinkle in the water where we laid our first daughter And I think the wind blows so sweetly ...

Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down It comes ...

Ambling madly all over the town The call to arms, you're likened to a whisper I liken to a radio ...

This is the story of your red right ankle And how it came to meet your leg And how the ...

I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet Upon the rooftops ...

I was meant for the stage, I was meant for the curtain. I was meant to tread these boards, Of ...

I have come a few miles. I got blisters on my slippered feet As I rise, as I ri-ise. California's ...

here upon this pillow made of reed and willow you're a fickle little twister are you sweet on your sister? ...

Here she comes in her palanquin On the back of an elephant On a bed made of linen and sequins ...

Here on these cliffs of Dover So high you can't see over And while your head is spinning Hold tight, ...