The Decemberists

to moonn6pence from shootingstar





Rambling, where to begin
I taste the summer on your peppery skin
been saved, the warm of the waves
I felt us slip into a watery grave
my girl, linen and curls,
lips parting like a flag all unfurled
she's grand, the bend of her hand
digging deep into the sweep of the sand
and summer arrives with a length of lights
and summer blows away
and quietly gets swallowed by a wave
waylaid, the din of the day,
folks bobbing in the blue of the bay
in deep, far beneath
all the dead sailors slowly slipping to sleep
my girl, linen and curls
lips parting like a flag all unfurled
she's grand, the bend of her hand
digging deep into the sweep of the sand
and summer arrives with a length of lights
and summer blows away
and quietly gets swallowed by a wave

Eli, the barrow boy
Of the old town
Sells coal and marigolds
And he cries out
All down the day

Below the tamaracks
He is crying:
“Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying”
All down the day

“Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
And I must push my barrow all the day
And I must push my barrow all the day”

Eli, the barrow boy
When they found him
Dressed all in corduroy
He had drowned in
The river down the way

They laid his body down in a church yard
But still when the moon is out
With his push cart
He calls down the day

“Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
And still I push my barrow all the day
Still I push my barrow all the day”




가사입력NAKMUSE

Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets
Staring over at the neighbor's, knickers down.
He's got his knickers down.

So the summer is eternity for you?
Sleeping in until your father's shaking you down
He's shaking you down.

And the mailroom shift gets a real short shrift
As you dole out the packages, no-one seems to want you around
All skulking around.

Let you legs loss on the lino
'Til your sinews spoil
Will you stay here for a while, dear,
'Til the radio plays something familiar?
Plays something familiar.

All a-drifting, he's a no-good boyo
Sent a-fishing for a whalebone corset frame
(His only catch all day)

So he sits and lets the current take him
A gentle breeze will leave his pants in disarray
And at his ankles laid.

As he drifts to sleep with a moan and a weep
He is decked by a Japanese geisha with a garland of pearls
How she twists and twirls!

Let you legs loss on the lino
'Til your sinews spoil
Will you stay here for a while, dear,
'Til the radio plays something familiar?
Plays something familiar.