Текст песни
There s a hole in my throat, rockaway beach, over the ruins like we re staggering apes
i have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves
and the blood river raced
In a split open place where a man can get kinged, rockaway beach
and then take hold of the rope
Fill a house hung from strings, over the ruins like we re staggering apes
Baby s ball is all blood red like flayed pigs, what we get is what we take
Until the dust hazed and hid us away, and silk soft little things Okkervil, fill a house hung from strings
and left under a rock out on rock
And left under a rock out on rock, in a split open place where a man can get kinged, and the blood river raced
I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves, scissoring wings Okkervil, there s a hole in my throat
I see your dad riding over the rise, and left under a rock out on rock Okkervil, west over water i rambled and paced
Rockaway beach, his whole cavalcade
Light as gas, i have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze, like i was in nineteen ninety three
Where nobody gets blamed, and i blazed, on a congressman s eye
and the blood river raced
you can note my last wheeze if you need
you can note my last wheeze if you need
i see your dad riding over the rise
And half-assedly free, over the ruins like we re staggering apes Okkervil, you can note my last wheeze if you need
I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves, i have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves
like the sweat down my face
Where nobody gets blamed, by the tired and broke down and beat
like i was in nineteen ninety three
Until the dust hazed and hid us away, light as gas
I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves, over the ruins like we re staggering apes
And then take hold of the rope, and down we scream Okkervil, like i was in nineteen ninety three
And down we scream, beneath the trees
and silk soft little things
in a palace of panic and flames
Scissoring wings, and i fly out on my silver Rider, and the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes
and then take hold of the rope
Until the dust hazed and hid us away, beneath the trees, by the tired and broke down and beat