Тексты песен «Decemberists»

[Verse 1] We were tripping tripping tripping tripping tripping along While you're orbiting, might I? While you're orbiting, might I? Lick you sticky sticky sticky sticky sticky and sweet They're all turning a blind eye...

[Verse 1] We were tripping tripping tripping tripping tripping along While you're orbiting, might I? While you're orbiting, might I? Lick you sticky sticky sticky sticky sticky and sweet They're all turning a blind eye...

You belong to the gang and you say you can't break away But I'm here with my hands on my heart And our families can't agree, I'm your brother's sworn enemy But I'll shout out my love to the stars So wait for the...

[Verse 1] It was late one night, I was counting out my stitches Laying by the side of the road I was a long time gone, slipping off my britches Feeling like it's time to go home Yeah, feeling like it's time to go home...

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 You come from parents' wanton A childhood rough and rotten I come from wealth and beauty...

With all the grain of Babylon To cultivate, to make us strong And hidden here behind the walls Are shoulders wide and timber on 'Til the war came 'Til the war came A terrible autonomy Has grafted onto you and...

Gentle leaves, gentle leaves Please array a path for me The woods are blowing thick and fast around Columbine, Columbine Please alert this love of mine Let him know his Margaret comes along And all this stirring...

"Won't Want For Love (Margaret In The Taiga)" Gentle leaves, gentle leaves Please array a path for me The woods are blowing thick and fast around Columbine, Columbine Please alert this love of mine Let him know his...

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...

We're calling all bed-wetters and ambulance chasers. Poor pick-pockets, bring 'em in. Come join the Youth and Beauty Brigade. We're lining up the light loafer'd, and the bored bench-warmers. Castaways and cut-outs,...