Альбом Okkervil River

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There's no beast,
obviously.
The floor just creaks,
obviously.
The morning with coffee was snowy and sweet,
and there was this small, snow-white dog
that was barking at our feet,
honestly.

drove all day to the vacant beach.
Grey mist hanging over the sea,
alleys clogged with magazines,
and the boardwalk is empty.
The house in the valley is open this week,
imagine the sea looking in
at the slowly moving sheets.
Honestly.

If you feel weak, leave it to me.
If you need sleep, leave it to me.
Need wool socks for your feet, leave it to me.
Need a walk on the beach, leave it to me.
An ear into which to weep, leave it to me.
A shoulder on which to sleep, leave it to me.

And leave it to me to not speak
when I pass you on the street.
Leave it to me to feel weak,
leave it to me to run from your feet.
Leave it to me to not speak
when I pass you on the street,
leave it to me to feel weak,
leave it to me, number thirty-three,
leave it to me.

Oh gather round people I'll tell you no lies
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise
He told her to meet him at Adams' spring
He would bring her money and other fine things

So fool like she met him at Adams' spring
he brought her no money no other fine things
He brought her no money but flattered his case
"We will go get married, there will be no disgrace"

"John Lewis, John Lewis, please tell me your mind
Do you intend to marry me or leave me behind?"
"Little Omie, Little Omie, I'll tell you my mind
My mind is to murder you and leave you behind"

"Have pity on my unborn child, spare me my life!
I'll go and I'll admit that I was never your wife"
but he kicked her and he choked her and he turned her around,
And he threw her in deep water where he knew that she would drown

Little Omie was missing they all did well know
And hunting for her to the river did go
and there found her floating on the water so deep
which caused all the women to sigh and to weep

The neighbours they came for to see the great sight
while she lay a floating on the water all night
So gather round people and I've told you no lies
How John Lewis did murder Naomi Wise

Jeremy Lee had an ice-creamery. On the evening of October 10th he lost fifty-five dollars and seventy cents, was shot twice in the chest and again in the head, the police found him dead by the walk-in.

And he loved God so much, as he lay inside his bed he could feel her sweep over his skin, feel her filling the air with the weight of her care, he didn't care what was waiting for him. How he'd cry, he cried so much knowing that this was the end, and then he'd feel like a leaf lifted by wind. How I love him, so much that I almost cave in every time my hand touches the pen.

So lower your cameras and switch off the spotlight, you shouldn't be proud of the footage got, because there won't be an end to the similar shots that have happened, are happening, and can't be prevented from endlesly happening again. For all your pride and your comfort and speed of ascent, you're heading too soon to a similar end - maybe coughing up blood in a hospital bed as your heart-attack, cancer or car accident breaks you down to a place in the ground for your kids to come visit.

And if God loves us back, now we know what it is. She must have no control over this worlds events, because no one deserves this much punishment. And now it's late in the autumn, the leaves line the bend. It's a beautiful day for the first snow to land, and so it's landing on me and on Jeremy Lee who left this world gracefully broken.

Wrap your blackest coat around your throat
tonight.
There's a brand-new tune around the moon
tonight.

And your father's standing by the water
without his daughter.
And your mother's standing in the cellar,
you didn't tell her.

And there is something near that you can hear
tonight.
There's a brand-new storm around your form
tonight.

And that dress you wore has fallen to the ground.

Take the brightest scream out of your dream
tonight.
There's a brand-new sweet forbidden treat
tonight.

And your mother's standing in the cellar,
you didn't tell her.
And your father's standing by the water,
without his daughter.

Wrap your blackest coat up round your throat
tonight.
There's a brand-new tune around the moon
tonight.
And there's some brand-new proof that you're aloof
tonight.
There's a brand-new song for you to sing.
Sing along tonight.

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