Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nine Stories, artist - mewithoutYou. Album song Ten Stories, in the genre Пост-хардкорDate of issue: 10.12.2015
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Nine Stories |
| Half-mast land grants homesteading laws |
| past Dodge Summit toward Athabasca Falls |
| practicing our Avocets and Gnatcatcher calls |
| I laid down my guns where the soldierfish swam |
| & slept inside the shoe of the world’s tallest man |
| I saw Charlotte Corday with the knife in her hand |
| (It was nothing new) |
| I’ve perched on Steele Dakota’s sandhill crane |
| I flew among the Paiute before the Mormon rain |
| I was in Virginia City for the stringing up of Clubfoot Lane |
| but I’ve never seen anything like you. |
| All untied, by and by! |
| But I’d pour the matrimony wine |
| All untied, by and by! |
| so if you’re ever so inclined |
| (oh if you’re ever so inclined) |
| (oh if you’re ever so inclined) |
| while low in a lodgepole branch nearby |
| a lovesick Barnyard an amorous eye |
| What unprecedented gift does this afternoon provide? |
| What from the air now calls to water on the land? |
| What from my seclusion does this charlatan demand? |
| What to do now with my best-laid eremetic plans? |
| I’ve been to the Arfaks where the Sicklebills fly |
| seen Tangier’s acrobatics nine stories high |
| I was there at Appomattox back in '65 |
| when the General arrived |
| but I’ve never been in this room before! |
| (aside) |
| All untied, by and by! |
| that same old dream’s trapped in my mind. |
| All untied, by and by! |
| I’m bound in ropes and on the firing line. |
| All untied, by and by! |
| well I wake up disappointed every time. |
| I wake up disappointed every time. |
| I wake up disappointed every time. |
| (I wake up disappointed every time.) |
| (I wake up disappointed every time.) |
| If the weather ever withers up your vine |
| Jacob knows a ladder you can climb |
| If that old thorn is still buried in your side |
| Jacob knows a ladder you can climb. |
| Well if your pacific rivers all run dry |
| their clouds will fill my loud corrupted sky |
| and if the pleasures of your heavens ever end |
| that very ladder just as well descends. |
| If the weather ever withers up your vine |
| Jacob knows a ladder you can climb |
| If that old thorn is still buried in your side |
| Jacob knows a ladder you can climb. |
| Well if your pacific rivers all run dry |
| their clouds will fill my loud corrupted sky |
| and if the pleasures of your heavens ever end |
| that very ladder just as well descends. |