Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frontman in Heaven, artist - Okkervil River.
Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Song language: English
Frontman in Heaven |
I’m trying to transmute tap water into wine |
Out here, somewhere in this Las Cruces motel room |
The floor and ceiling vibrate, so I can barely stand |
«Calm down,» says the Sky Man, «you're injured» |
I dreamt last night I was halfway up the ladder to heaven |
And I shot up this morning with an attitude |
I charged through the city |
And I wandered the streets |
Trying to get answers with just my irresistible smile |
Shouting, «Who will provide the celestial blueprint we need?» |
Echoing voices zigzag in the night |
In and around forest-view apartments |
To crack a bay window and feel the fair winds |
She throws back her head, and she lifts up her hands |
She drives herself into an amphetamine madness |
She says, «Tell me, just tell me I was right» |
And she’s taken all the wrong pills |
Her voice begins cracking |
Her eyes open, staring at nothing |
Do you get what I’m saying? |
I feel my heart beating |
I wonder how I couldn’t keep it from coming on |
I want you so much in this wild desert heat that it’s scary |
But I know I have done so much that could be construed as damage |
And there’s something bad within me that makes me want to take advantage |
When you’re tripped up, slipped up, blonde hair and black-lipped up |
With all those silk straps 'round your ankles |
I feel myself convinced we could do whatever all night |
It’s high time we broke completely free of all control |
Hi there! |
How are you? |
Well, I feel like my brain just exploded |
Tell all your girlfriends I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful, I’m someone |
Tell them it’s breezy and warm down here in this strange place |
I will wake in the morning displaying the mark of a new man |
Whose whole world has altered in front of his stupefied face |
I recall when things were way more fun around here |
But the Sky Man reminds me I’m almost a ghost of myself |
It seems to me everything fine fell away |
I’ve seen the forests burn and learned you have to arm yourself |
It’s gonna be a funky fresh Christmas, and I don’t think I can handle it |
When there’s so little dignity in anything |
Do you feel what I feel? |
And Christ, will you watch my back where I do roam? |
To a room full of murderous boys with no songs of their own |
I feel sick, I feel compromised all the way down |
Like an eagle with all of its feathers plucked out |
Can you see it in your mind? |
I was inconsiderate and cold |
But I can change if it’s such a big deal to you |
I watch the dying sun sink on those jerk-offs in their convertibles |
Went a little out of control, oh, with the boys out in the parking lot |
Loneliness blinded me |
Down in the peanut-shell bars |
Wild, wild nights, heavy romance |
There was Percodan spilled on the dancefloor |
There were corpses in plain sight, and they were just walking around |
And the good old boys on their leatherette want a woman who was down for |
whatever |
I learned to be compassionate by watching those working girls smile |
Heaven was lying 'neath my feet like some wall-to-wall carpeting |
And sometimes I believe that there’s actually no such thing as love |
And one of these days I might not be so good to you |
Can you see what I’m saying? |
Come and sit where I’m sitting, oh darling |
Because now I understand that it wasn’t you who held me back |
There were forces beyond my control, and maybe I held myself down |
All of that money, it gets so hard to stay yourself around |
But girl, give me just one little chance, well, show me some trust again |
I will sing your soul far away, up to a sparkling star |
Where all our old friends will be waiting |
Hold my hand and sigh in a soft whisper |
That you don’t just care about getting what you paid for |
And on the day that I finally die, well, I just might start screaming |
In the one private instant I cross over that unseen line |
The last remaining species of birds will be singing away |
Singing goodbye to my tastes, and my face, and L. A |
Goodbye to New Mexico and Texas |
When I’m gone, I know there will be some things I miss |
Hold me and help me remember |
'Cause it’s almost time |
We are born wired-up, and our heads are all flooded with messages |
That get harder to pick out, except at the start and the end |
And you |
My weeping friend |
I can’t wait to describe to you what I’ll see up there |
Though I’m sure it will be an adjustment |
There are voices calling me from down the hallway |
There are voices that filter up through the silence |
And «Calm down,» says the Sky Man, «you're raving» |
So all right |
Nighty-night |
Nighty-night |
Oh, nighty-night |