
Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Song language: English
Okkervil River R.I.P. |
Hey, my little baby |
Pointing at the sky’s amazing |
In the lake now |
All of this sensation |
And no space on earth to place it |
Where it’s safe now |
You’ve got a big day coming |
A big day coming now |
Gather, crowd, around me |
In the gutter where you found me |
Help me stand now |
My body, it is aching |
And my poor old heart is breaking |
And I’m so freaked out |
We’ve got a big chance coming |
A big chance coming now |
All the little Sadies |
And the literary ladies |
Wish me well now |
A slob upon a plane that |
Through the air is silver swaying |
Into sundown |
I hightail my cool haircut |
Through the turnstiles of the airport |
On the run now |
Flip a couple hundred pages |
I was turning thirty-eight |
I was a horrible sight |
You’ve got a bad day coming |
A sad day coming now |
I’ll wear a white suit and black sunglasses |
To the last mass now |
Okay |
Then give me one last kiss |
In your pink silk dress, I guess |
Said, «I have lost all will to» |
With my face pressed against your breast |
And I have pilfered the king’s pills |
From the palace medicine chest |
I cried a quart of crocodile tears |
Onto Alison N’s pink champagne glass |
I was escorted from the premises |
For being a mess |
And it’s just like when Sean Howe told me |
How the Force MDs died |
Lou Gehrig’s disease laid T.C.D. |
low |
Mercury had a heart attack back in '95 |
And where DJ Doctor Rock went |
Nobody knows |
I see my grandfather, T. Holmes «Bud» Moore |
Laid up in his hospital clothes |
But I think about Judee Sill dying in some trailer park |
Out of cocaine and codeine all alone |
It was a big waste |
Brother, such a big waste |
Yeah, I know |
They had some great songs |
Must have been a great time |
So long ago |
But I didn’t open up my mouth |
Just to piss and moan |
No way |
All the air is glittering |
I went and hit the |
Skating rink alone now |
I watched the kids all skim across the ice |
They look so nice |
It was so cold out |
And then I coughed into my cupped hands |
And crossed the rink so I could hear the band |
Two guitars, a drummer |
A chick singer with a Kurzweil |
On a keyboard stand |
And I said, «Play that cover» |
I said, «Play that cover song again» |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Lost Coastlines | 2008 |
The Valley | 2011 |
Westfall | 2002 |
A Stone | 2007 |
Unless It's Kicks | 2007 |
Comes Indiana Through the Smoke | 2016 |
Our Life Is Not A Movie Or Maybe | 2007 |
Black Sheep Boy # 4 | 2005 |
Get Big | 2007 |
Missing Children | 2005 |
Last Love Song For Now | 2005 |
Song Of Our So-Called Friend | 2007 |
The Next Four Months | 2005 |
A King And A Queen | 2007 |
No Key, No Plan | 2005 |
In A Radio Song | 2007 |
Black Sheep Boy | 2007 |
I Guess We Lost | 2011 |
Rider | 2011 |
Gold Faces | 2011 |