Come on, come out of the rain. You're not oppressed you're just too learned. I took the book, I lit the page - your sabbatical was burning.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the str...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
I counted on my private Altamont
Trusted it all along
But now I'm on my way
We left the house,
Your fingers in my mouth
Stacked crooked all along
But now I'm on my way
Stacked croo...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
I leapt across three or four beds into your arms
Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm
Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape.
It's taken magic to a prim...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
Should you go looking for a testament to youth in verse,
Variations on the age old curse,
You blame the stations when they play you like a fool and like a fool you get played with....Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
The angel cried, "You bastard!",
As we analyzed the accents
So look out you rock'n'rollers
Over 40 million served and that's a
Record for the master
It stood forever after
So, are...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
The sound of God is the screech of tires, lights and magnets, bolts and wires, strayed from the road, this very one
Still to come, the sound of tires is the sound of God, the elect...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
People of Earth we have heard your station
Sold your song to the United Nations
all on a debt to
the heads of state (yeah)
what could you do in this situation?
Throw
The voice you...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
We're lit by a torch
As we kneel in the court of the king
As we sift through the bones of an idol
We dig for the bones of an idol
When the will is gone
'Cause something keeps turni...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
I wrote the news today in a tent outside the midway rides,
and as my money flew, singing to their pockets, you could only know your shame, knowing what the good ones do.
And when ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers
Let me through
Paper and fist
Jessica numbers tell me if
We're clear
Write me a storm
Just tape the letter to the door
This thing is your mission
The lone wish and condition
Brav...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The New Pornographers