Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ducking and Dodging, artist - Parquet Courts.
Date of issue: 01.06.2014
Song language: English
Ducking and Dodging |
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more |
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more |
That key you’ve got won’t fit this lock no more |
That key you’ve got won’t fit this lock no more |
You’ve been ducking, dodging but you can’t come home no more |
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more |
That key you’ve got won’t let you in my door |
That key you’ve got won’t let you in my door |
My eyes have seen the glory and |
The sound and image, synchronized |
Right there on the silver screen |
Heard the sounds suggesting |
Lineage of influence, yeah |
Saw it there in the motherland |
Straps and cables, steeples, stairways |
Wind away from origin |
In a trampled vintage floats the proof |
I cannot be freed |
The concert stage, the velvet cage |
The glass perimeter of me |
All my friends are disappearing |
All my letters are in codes |
All I ever think and feel |
In your shadow, any roads |
Waiting, waiting by the silent phone |
I draft my next apology |
Burn my letters once they’re read |
Unalloyed joint, I thrice repeat |
Unalloyed joint |
Unalloyed joint |
Listen to what I just heard |
It’s written on the sun, jailbird |
And just like you |
The way it moves |
A thought that creeps in, grinning always |
In your hair |
And in your hallways |
Got detained in San Francisco |
On your way to get fresh air |
The U.S.A. didn’t want you there |
Juggled oranges, but no one cared |
You’ve been ducking, dodging but you can’t come home no more |
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more |
That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more |
That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more |
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more |
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more |
That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more |
That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more |
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more |
You’ve been ducking, dodging but you can’t come home no more |
That key you’ve got won’t won’t let you in that door |
That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more |
Lady MacBeth, rock me mama |
Like my back ain’t got no bone |
Like clicks heard on the telephone |
Like a sudden unhinged moan |
That leaks out from your broken structure |
Like a wall of unbound stone |
They buried the eighth |
They buried the ninth |
They said the finale was a formal reply |
They buried the eighth |
They buried the ninth |
They said the finale was a formal reply |
They buried the eighth |
They buried the ninth |
Buried everything, I’m telling you guy |
Contest prizes, grand pianos |
Gagged by comfort, shamed by words |
Empty anthems, cloaked in strange for |
Stripes and bars, is it yours? |
Stripes and bars |
Stripes and bars |
Stripes and bars, and are you sure? |
Stripes and bars will lock you in |
Lock you in or camouflage you |
Feel the sun, but cannot walk to |
Hear the yelp, but cannot talk to |
Triply broken what you swore |
Were stripes and bars |
That’s what they’re for |
You’ve been ducking, dodging but you can’t come home no more |