The Decemberists

Margaret: Isn't a lovely night? And so alive with fireflies providing us their holy light And here we made a bed of boughs And thistle down that we had found to lay upon the dewy ground And isn't a lovely way We got in from our play, Isn't it babe? A

The Decemberists - The Wanting Comes In Waves / Repaid LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang @ @ Mother, I can hear your footfall now Soft disturbance in the dead fall How it precedes you like a black smoke, oh Still the wanting comes in waves You deliv

This is why Why we fight Why we lie awake And this is why This is why we fight When we die We will die With our arms unbound And this is why This is why Why we fight Bride of quiet Bride of all unquiet things Bride of quiet Bride of hell Of hell This

[Chorus:] I am the cavalry captain, I am the remedy to your heart I am the common collector, I am imprinted upon your stars [Verse:] And when you shine, shine your eyes, looking lost, looking bright We're away on a light brigade and if only for a sec

there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping through the lights of beacon street and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her petticoats.

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 summer came And when you pulled backwards I wanted to, I needed to Oh-

[Verse 1] Let's commence to coordinate our sights And get them square to rights (Get them square to rights) Condescend to calm this riot in your mind Find yourself in time (Find yourself in time) [Chorus] If I am waiting, should I be waiting? If I am

Took the blue line to see where we hopped out And I was only joking, and I was only joking And I was only trying to get a laugh Travel so far to watch it fall, undone And I had lost my token You were looking bent and broken But I am so enthralled O N

There is a city by the sea I don't suppose you want to And as it tells it's sorry tale In harrowing detail It's hollowness will haunt you It's streets and boulevards Orphans and oligarchs And here's a plaintive melody Truncated symphony An ocean's ga

[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 lead to lazy vices Boys all at idle, left to their own devices Open up y

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 around Come and see There's a harbor lost within the reeds A jetty caught i

Here on these cliffs of Dover So high you can't see over And while your head is spinning Hold tight, it's just beginning A childhood rough and rotten Untouched by work or duty And oh, my love, my love And oh, my love, my love We both go down together

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Sixteen military wives Thirty-two softly focused, brightly colored eyes Staring at the natural tan Of thirty-two gently clenching wrinkled little hands Seventeen company men Out of which only twelve will make it back again Sergeant sends a letter to

I'm an engine driver on a long run, on a long run. Would I were beside her: she's a long one, such a long one. And if you don't love me, let me go. And if you don't love me, let me go. I'm a county lineman on the high line, on the high line. So will

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 fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell. I'm on track and keepin

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 swallow Sings upon the birch bough high But you are in the ground with the

When we arrive Sons & daughters We'll make our homes on the water We'll build our walls aluminum We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now These currents pull us 'cross the border Steady your boats Arms to shoulder 'till tides will pull our hull agroun

See this ancient riverbed See where all our follies are led Down by the water and down by the old main drag I was just some towhead teen Feeling around for fingers to get in between Down by the water and down by the old main drag The season rubs me w

Get the rocks in the box Get the water right down to your socks This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones We all do what we can We endure our fellow man And we sing our songs to the headframes' creaks and moans And it's one two three On the wron