Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloodbook on the Halfshell, artist - Danielson. Date of issue: 08.05.2006
Song language: English
Bloodbook on the Halfshell |
| Rowing, ringing, cares a-flinging |
| As we ride this boat of hide |
| All eagle-eyed and dignified |
| Down the river, across the great divide |
| Words reside |
| At the highest of tides |
| With my bona fide bride |
| She’s my |
| Touring guide |
| And, yes, we both do reside |
| On this riverside |
| Where we hide |
| Vacation’s a lot of work |
| But here we are with ringing bells |
| And floating on this cockleshell |
| My pal grins |
| Hugs the wind and sighs |
| We realize |
| With our blank minds aside |
| Only to see the mystery |
| Of many books floating free |
| And those books are free indeed |
| There’s one caught in the weed |
| Let’s get it |
| Go get that lovely book |
| Let’s grab those lovely books |
| Gather up all these books |
| We’re getting looks, looks |
| We’re getting the looks |
| These lovely, bloody books |
| Arms full of lovely books |
| Freely collecting books |
| We’re getting funny looks |
| While we are |
| Stacking, organizing, filing |
| Piling way up high and rising |
| Dewey, dusty decimalizing |
| Sorting, tracking, systemizing |
| Can’t believe we found this vintage |
| We now have such great advantage |
| Great, they’ll look in our library |
| Let’s get going and let us hurry |
| Now, now |
| Now, now |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| What do they say? |
| Collections sit and beg to play |
| Wanting to give |
| And speak with us |
| But neatly packed |
| And nicely put away |
| What to do? |
| For I’ve heard they are good |
| But we’ve also been told |
| They can’t be understood |
| By simpletons like me |
| And should never be |
| So why try? |
| Crack into all those books |
| The lovely, bloody books |
| We open up these books |
| We’re taking looks, looks |
| We’re taking a look |
| Time to hit the books |
| The lovely, bloody books |
| Arms full of lovely books |
| Open up all these books |
| It’s got the |
| Words of one who made the river |
| Blood that’s flowing through the soil |
| I got books, I just don’t read them |
| Cleaning scraps up from the table |
| Flipping through with fingers pointing |
| At the letters and the numbers |
| Straining eyes and feeling better |
| Wondering how to be members |
| How now? |
| How now? |
| And I’m turning the page |
| While I’m center stage |
| It is starting to sink |
| And I’m to the brink |
| With my plans in pencil |
| While the vision’s in ink |
| What to think? |
| My left brain tells me I’m a fool |
| My right brain tells me it’s true, true |
| I only am knowing one thing |
| I like hearing good news |
| It’s true, it’s true, it’s true and it’s false |
| Gonna cost myself |
| For these books |
| Taking one second look |
| Gonna call my counselor now |
| He’s gonna clear |
| Clear confusion |
| Then explain everything |
| These books steer our ship with good news |
| For now I got nothing to lose |
| My brother remembers |
| A thousand; |
| I can’t quote you one line |
| But oh now I shall |
| Know all of your ways |
| With warm cockles into my heart |
| And dancing to hits |
| And skipping around |
| Around on unsinkable ships |