In the Kingdom of Spain
There are such colours
They defy any name
Like drab and dolor
But oh the King and the Queen of Spain
With their long unpronounceable names
Grace the table a...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
I'm a legionnaire
Camel in disrepair
Hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by
I am on reprieve
Lacking my joie de vive
Missing my gay paris
In this desert dry
And I wrote my gir...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
We are two mariners
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
It's ribs, our ceiling beams
It's guts, our carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill
You may not remember...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
Two, three, four!
I got a gun, I got a girl
I got a bullet-proof plan to pull
The perfect crime
I got the perfect crime
I got a warehouse down at the docks
I got fifteen precinct...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
Sing, muse, of passion of the pistol
Sing, muse, of the warning by the whistle
A night so dark in the waning
A dawn obscured by slate-sky raining
Five and twenty burglars by the r...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
I had entered into a marriage
In the summer of my twenty-first year
And the bells rang for our wedding
Only now do I remember it clear
Alright, alright, alright
No more a rake and...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
[Chorus:]
We know we know we belong to ya
We know you build your life around us
And would we change? We had to change some
We know, we know, we belong to ya
We know you threw your ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
I fell on the playing field
The work of an errant heel
The din of the crowd and the loud commotion
Went deafening silence and stopped emotion
The season was almost done
We managed ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
Ambling madly all over the town
The call to arms, you likened to a whisper
I likened to a radio
You were a brick bag a bowery tuff, so rough
They culled you from a cartoon
Pulled o...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists
PART I
Crone: here upon this pillow
Made of reed and willow
You're a fickle little twister
Are you sweet on your sister?
Your fallow won't leave you alone.
And granted for their ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Decemberists