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
Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow
Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down
It comes around it comes around it comes around it comes around (x2)
Pretty hands...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
You belong to the gang
And you say you can't break away
But I'm here with my hands on my heart
Our families can't agree
I'm your brother's sworn enemy
But I'd shout out my love to...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
Sweet Annabelle,
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down 'til she's fast and sleeping.
Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well- who ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
They've come to find you, Odalisque
As the light dies horribly
On a fire escape you walk
All rare and resolved to drop
And when they find you, Odalisque
They will rend you, terrib...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
In matching blue raincoats,
Our shoes were our show boats
We kicked around.
From stairway to station
We made a sensation
With the gadabout crowd.
And oh, what a bargain,
We're two ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
One engine barely makes it away,
One engine barely makes it away.
Hold on, they're breaking their bonds,
Hold on, they're breaking their bonds,
One engine barely makes it away.
...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
Oh, for once in my
Oh, for once in my life
Could just something go
Could just something go right?
Oh, for once in my
Oh, for once in my life
Could just something go
Could ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
[Verse:]
Oh, Philomena, are you in a tawdry gown
Lean to your window, let slip a ribbon down
A cure to your boredom, if only you'll let me go
Down, down down
Long sunny days can le...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
I'm
Made of bones of the branches
The boughs and the brow-beating light
While my feet are the trunks
And my head is the canopy high
And my fingers extend
To the leaves
A...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists