Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The War Criminal Rises And Speaks, artist - Okkervil River. Album song Okkervil River Live at Schubas 05/09/2004, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 08.05.2004
Record label: Re:Live
Song language: English
The War Criminal Rises And Speaks |
The heart wants to feel |
The heart wants to hold |
The heart takes past Subway, past Stop and Shop, past Beal’s, and calls it «coming home» |
The heart wants a trail away from «alone» |
So the heart turns a sale into a well-worn milestone |
The hard-won soft furniture, fought-for fast food |
Defended end table that holds paperbacks and back U.S. News |
The mind turns an itch into a bruise |
And the hands start to twitch when they’re feeling ill-used |
But you’re almost back now, you can see by the signs |
From the bank you tell the temperature and then the time, and the billboard |
reads some headlines |
The head wants to turn, to avert both its eyes |
But the mind wants to learn of some truth that might be inside reported crimes |
So they found a lieutenant killed a village of kids |
After finishing off the wives, he wiped off his knife and that’s what he did |
And they’re not claiming that there’s any excusing it |
That was thirty years back, and they just get paid for the facts the way they |
got them in |
Now he’s rising and not denying |
His hands are shaking, but he’s not crying |
And he’s saying «How did I climb out of a life so boring into that moment? |
Please stop ignoring the heart inside, oh you readers at home! |
While you gasp at my bloody crimes |
Well, please take the time to make your heart my home |
Where I’m forgiven by time |
Where I’m cushioned by hope |
Where I’m numbed by long drives |
Where I’m talked off or doped |
Does the heart wants to atone? |
Oh, I believe that it’s so |
'Cause if I could climb back through time |
I’d restore their lives and then give back my own |
Tens of times now its size on a far distant road |
In a far distant time where every night I’m still crying, entirely alone" |
But the news today always fades away as you drive by |
Till at dinnertime when you look into her eyes |
Lit by evening sun — that, as usual, comes from above that straight, |
unbroken line |
The horizon — its rising seems a given |
Just like your living |
Your heart’s warm and kind |
Your mind is your own |
So, our blood-spattered criminal is inscrutable; |
don’t worry, he won’t |
Rise up behind your eyes and take wild control |
Say, he’s not of this time, he fell out of a hole |