Here now, long gone
Three freaks and a bed are gone
Went to the river but the river got dry
And all the good people were hanging around
Too little, too late
Everybody gotta medica...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
Heart-carved tree trunk, Yankee bayonet
A sweetheart left behind
Far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas
That's where my true love lies
Look for me when the sun-bright swa...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
When we arrive, sons and daughters
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our lives with cinnamon now
These currents pull us across the border...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
And under the boughs unbowed
All clothed in a snowy shroud
She had no heart, so hardened
All under the boughs unbowed
Each feather it fell from skin
'Til threadbare, as she grew t...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
There's an island hidden in the sound
Lapping currents lay your boat to ground
Affix your barb and bayonet, the curlews carve their Arabesques
And sorrow fills the silence all arou...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
Sing Muse with passion of the pistol
Sing Muse of the warning by the whistle
On a night so dark in the waning
A dawn obscured by slight sky raining, oh oh
Five and twenty burglars...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
Cut him up, boyYou got to cut him up, boyHe’s a wicked disgraceAnd he said it to your faceYou better cut him up, boyYou take him by the teethGet him down on his kneesWith your ha...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
And after the bombs subside
And this campaign
Calls it good for the night
We meet in the streets
Will we meet in a bar's cold light?
We grip at our hands
We hold just a little tig...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
So it started in your ovariesA stone, a seedlingOur bones entwinedA warning from the orderliesA bulge for bleedingThis will take it's timeSo it all ran down the telephoneAnd saw me...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
Two, three, four
The Shankill butchers ride tonight
You better shut your windows tight
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
And taking all their whiskey by the pint
...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists