Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where There's a Will, There's a Whalebone , by - Islands. Release date: 10.11.2016
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where There's a Will, There's a Whalebone , by - Islands. Where There's a Will, There's a Whalebone |
| The morning I set sail on a whalebone |
| the gale. |
| force winds made the sky grow |
| and I was far out in the ocean |
| when I cut the roof of my mouth on the potion |
| down down down went the femur |
| I let my backbone slide in the ether |
| laying low in a tropical hideout |
| if anyone finds out; |
| I’ll turn their lights out |
| subtitle: where there’s a will there’s a whalebone (way to go) you’ll never know |
| I set sail that morning and I may not come back know lay low |
| in a hideout just to bust you- tropical |
| it’s neurotic and exotic |
| with yet another broke down (bone) incidental |
| not accidental |
| when facts track the mental |
| even within movement they know, even with the solitary movement |
| words get arranged for maximum deployment |
| words mean will |
| where there’s a whalebone then there’s a |
| tale gone wrong |
| young gang on a boat |
| it’s the same song |
| same quote |
| nature stretches it out note by note |
| It’S a new state, you don’t know the nomenclature, the governor has status with |
| the cutting apparatus |
| and that is half the battle |
| they can’t think of how to absorb us, they can’t thing of how to solve me |
| let’s see |
| a cancerous mix of young pirates for kicks- signed, |
| seated C.(L.)(T.)G. |
| in congealed blood |
| this is all on the surreal |
| don’t appeal to the side where the law resides |
| after all that, it’s a separatist homicide |
| rappers try to cultivate carbon monoxide |
| you tried to get entranced by the folks that try to get us by hap-happenstance. |
| busdriver: frame our press shots with a whale sternum |
| and a dolphin femur, band breather lab tech with a solvent |
| in a broken beaker, yell in boom mics and moonlight as a coffin cleaner |
| then poolside I food fight with Hollywood anorexics |
| I’m in a crew of pallbearers and ambidextrous foosball players |
| we got pool hall flair, remove all layers of industry pretension |
| and augmented physical attributes |
| because I’m blanketed in nude doll hair |
| but with these styles we’re shrewd on-air |
| so we’ve been annexed to an annexed isle |
| by the radio programmer, half — man reptile |
| that church of satin bible study tutor choir boy |
| prefers the works that are uninspired and coy |
| but uhh Driver’s ploy is to show a lot of follow through |
| wearing a monocle coming out a fiery void |
| collecting style in rental late fees |
| they never return it after the test drive |
| infatuated by a robots breast size |
| we ain’t entertained by balloon animals |
| marooned on our tropical safe haven |
| everyday is a paid vacation |
| In the evening I arrived on a wishbone |
| so I wished all the stars would go home |
| but one was a dog with its tail drawn |
| it wagged (laughed) as it shed, now its long gone |
| I remember the flavour |
| but I made a choice to stay here |
| laying low in a tropical hide-out |
| if anyone finds out, I’ll turn their lights out |
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