There is a road that meets the road
That goes to my house
And how the green grows there
And we've got special boots
To beat the path to my house
And it's careful and it's careful w...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
Hear the hymn to welcome in the day
Heralding a summer's early sway
And all the bulbs all coming in, to begin
Thrushs' bleeding battle with the wrens
Disrupts my reverie again
Peg...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
[Verse:]
Down by the lake we were over turning pebbles and depending
All the animals alive
And I took a drag from your cigarette and I pinched it 'tween my finger and my thumb
To ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
My name is Leslie Anne Levine
My mother birthed me down a dry revine
My mother birthed me far too soon
Born at nine and dead at noon
Fifteen years gone now
I still wander this par...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don't suppose you want to
And as it tells it's sorry tale
In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Its streets and boulevards...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
I want you, thin fingers
I wanted you, thin fingernails
And when you bend backwards
I wanted you, I needed you
Oh-oh, to make me better
I'll love you in springtime
I lost you when...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
I have snipped your wingspan,
My precious captive swan.
Here, all clipped of kickstand
Your spirit won't last long.
Don't you lift a finger.
Don't you snap and jaw.
Limber ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
Came upon a Tuesday when I had just got down to work
And everything went grey
So I took a bus Wednesday, thought a vacation well-deserved
And all my senses frayed
And all my ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
[Verse:]
So we already wrecked through the reservoir
And I've already lost my way
But feel entoombed in this cursed bar
For a day, anyway
So lay me out in the cover storm
And infe...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist
In pre-war Paris
Smuggling bombs for the underground.
And she met my father
At a fete in Aix-en-Provence.
He was disguised as a Russian cadet...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists