Okkervil River R.I.P. [Brussels, 2016] Songtext
von Okkervil River
Okkervil River R.I.P. [Brussels, 2016] Songtext
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 Sadie′s, and the literary ladies
Wish me well now
A slab upon a plane that, through the air, is silver swaying
Into sun down
I hightail my cool haircut, through the turnstiles of the airport
On the run now
Flip a couple of hundred pages
I was turning thirty-eight, It was a horrible sight
You′ve got a bad day coming, a sad day coming around
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 Allison Anne's pink champagne glass
I was escorted from the premises, for being a mess
And it′s just like when John 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 glitter, and I went and hit the
Skating rink alone now
I'll watch the kids all skim across the ice
They look so nice, It was so cold out
And then I coughed into my cupped hands
Across 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"
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 Sadie′s, and the literary ladies
Wish me well now
A slab upon a plane that, through the air, is silver swaying
Into sun down
I hightail my cool haircut, through the turnstiles of the airport
On the run now
Flip a couple of hundred pages
I was turning thirty-eight, It was a horrible sight
You′ve got a bad day coming, a sad day coming around
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 Allison Anne's pink champagne glass
I was escorted from the premises, for being a mess
And it′s just like when John 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 glitter, and I went and hit the
Skating rink alone now
I'll watch the kids all skim across the ice
They look so nice, It was so cold out
And then I coughed into my cupped hands
Across 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"
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