Тексты песен «Decemberists»

The Shankill butchers ride tonight You better shut your windows tight Theyre sharpening their cleavers and their knives And taking all their whisky by the pint Cuz everybody knows If you dont mind your mother's words A...

We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum and tea-leaves. We've emptied out all the bars and the bowery hotels. Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight Tell your daughters do not walk the...

By the bumper cars In the pretty twining light I may have gone too far I may have gone too much, too long I'm a dull and witless boy At the after bars Think I was sullied by a dream In the killing jar You and...

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...

As you lie before me now, like a shadow On a pea-green sea Never thought that I would find you so hollow Laying into me This cup of wine All salt and brine's made me sleepy Sorrow sows A field of tears, that...

Ambling madly all over the town The call to arms you likened to a whisper I likened to a radio You were a brick bat, a Bowery tough, so rough They called you from a cartoon Pulled out of your pantaloons But you,...

Myla Goldberg Sets a steady hand upon her brow Myla Goldberg Hangs a crooked foor all upside down It comes around, it comes around It comes around, it comes around It comes around, it comes around It comes...

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. It comes around, it comes around, it comes around,...

it's 2am, got a call from a girl you should know she heard a noise, got a little scared now you of all people know she hates sleeping alone but still you ain't home so since you're nowhere to be found don't trip bro...

When we arrive, sons and daughters We We We These currents pull us Steady your boats, arms to shoulder Making this cold harbor now home Take up your arm, sons and daughters We will arise from the bunkers By land, by...

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 it 12 to 1 So far I had known no...

Starwatcher, starwatcher in the night Starwatcher, starwatcher bend the light There's a rider on the road There's calamity a-waiting to unfold There is poison in the well There's the augur of a distant ringing bell It...

[Verse 1] I was not ready for the road I was so discontent to wear that heavy load And so I got down on my knees Made a sucker's prayer Like Rimbaud to Baudelaire before [Verse 2] And when nobody did respond I took my...

Ramblin', where to begin I taste the summer on your peppery skin Been saved the warmer the waves I felt a slip into a watery grave My girl, linen and curls Lips parting like a flag all unfurled She's grand, the...

On the lawn before the bouquet fell Long before we heard the ringing bell When all I want is a good look at your underside Reading trash like it was Judy Blume Your paperbacks are strewn about the room Awaiting...

[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 pleasure possesions laid to...

And all the while whispering arbors provide cover What previous witnessed ardors of our lovers Our heroine here falls prey to her abductor All a gallop with Margaret, slung rude 'cross withers Having clamped her...

I'm really sorry Steven But your bicycle's been stolen I was watching it for you 'Til you came back in the fall Guess I didn't do a good job after all I was feeling really sorry Steven And I spent all morning...

There's a wrinkle in the water where we laid our first daughter And I think the wind blows so sweetly there Over there And the windows and the cinders And the willows in the timbers The infernal rattling of the...

On the lam from the law On the steps of the capitol You shot a plainclothes cop on the ten o'clock And I saw momentarily They flashed a photograph, it couldn't be you You'd been abused so horribly But you were...