The War Criminal Rises and Speaks Okkervil River

The heart wants to feel. The heart wants to hold. The heart takes past Subway, past Stop and Shop, past Beal's, and calls it ？？짖€？？"coming home.？？짖€？？？？ The heart wants a trail away from ？？짖€？？"

A Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene Okkervil River

I'm the band in a show 'Bout a man holding hands with his wife On a therapist couch with his face to the ground After fucking around countless nights And there's this one episode Close-up cameras were

Okkervil River Ciaran Lavery

Okkervil River on the radio, you never heard them before Remember when your dad gave you hell and you cried on the bathroom floor And we saved all our money for the day we'd up and get away We never said

Song About a Star Okkervil River

Wait two hours and watch what'll be there instead. Was he small and cold, like a ring you call up from home, held so tightly his limbs went numb, worn away between your finger and thumb?

Okkervil River Song Okkervil River

Down by Okkervil River slow silent thick and black, I stared into the water, and the water it stared back.

The President's Dead Okkervil River

The sea doesn't dry and the sky isn't split, But friends it just seems so wrong, don't it? A shot from the crowd, and a shot in the head, The president's lying on the tarmac dead.

And I Have Seen the World of Dreams Okkervil River

And I have seen the world of dreams, Fresh-flown through the trees then dropped off at the curb Alive, have seen the world awake, And I don't know which I deserve.

John Allyn Smith Sails Okkervil River

By the second verse, dear friends My head will burst, my life will end So I'd like to start this one off by saying Live and love I was young and at home in bed And I was hanging on the words some poem

A Stone Okkervil River

Hot breath, rough skin, warm laughs and smiling, the loveliest words whispered and meant - you like all these things. But, though you like all these things, you love a stone.

My Bad Days Okkervil River

And a cellar that's as dark as winter's cold (with a hole in the stone of the cold wall). A child like me who's hiding, a child who can't hear your call.

Dead Faces Okkervil River

And we have fun ？？짖€" we go laughing and running down to the water, there by the sea where the body just floats like a rowboat and the moon's like a harbor light lit in the sky.

The Latest Toughs Okkervil River

Ask for proof, because if you're dying to be led they'll lead you up the hill in chains to their popular refrains until your slaughter's been arranged, my little lamb, and it's much too late to talk the

A Girl In Port Okkervil River

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt I'm not the lady-killing sort Enough to hurt a girl in port Marie's gone blonde and lost a stone She lay on her lawn, spun

Dead Dog Song Okkervil River

Sam, bless him, has died and left this home, the woodchucks running wild, the bushes overgrown. Slip unseen into the skein of trees, slide through dusky grasses and scatter his ashes.

For the Enemy Okkervil River

So in the night we might get lost in our fright. So in the day softly we'd flow, floating away.

Listening To Otis Redding At Home During Christmas Okkervil River

Home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast. On a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost. Take the cr？？？？？？짢che out and argue about who gets to set up the kings.

The Velocity of Saul at the Time of his Conversion Okkervil River

the fight,？？짖€？？？？ enough ？？짖€？？"you and I,？？짖€？？？？ enough of ？？짖€？？"prevail？？짖€？？？？ or ？？짖€？？"walk in the light.？？짖€？？？？ While the angels stand by I get high as a kite.

Plus Ones Okkervil River

no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon That was seen shooting from the window of your room To be a spot against the sky's colossal gloom And land deflated in some neighbor's state that's strewn

A Glow Okkervil River

Come into the den, come into the den You've got a glow Climb into my arms with blood on your clothes You've got a glow And you're no one's but mine And nobody knows the land where he's lying No heat in

Black Sheep Boy #4 Okkervil River

Bleeding black sheep boy, mirror in pieces, turn the receiver, trace the police station line to my number, and number my reasons for this paranoia, for these accusations, for each night that the numbers

Seas Too Far to Reach Okkervil River

The ladies in my dream are so obliging. They come on down to do the things I need. Whether skies are calm or cut apart by lightning, they're always there to minister to me.

Last Love Song For Now Okkervil River

Take my sword from the slaughter Melt it down into vapor, and my armor, too I hear hot blood flap and flutter From your temple to shoulder And all through you When you hold on to me it isn't easy When

For Real Okkervil River

Some nights I thirst for real blood For real knives For real cries And then the flash of steel from real guns In real life Really fills my mind And I really miss what really did exist When I held your

Kansas City Okkervil River

The river is deep and the river is wide, and the girl that I love is on the other side. She wants to move to Kansas City: ？？짖€？？"Move, pretty baby, where the sky is so blue.？？짖€？？？？

Savannah Smiles Okkervil River

Midnight late last week, my daughter's diary Didn't know what it might be 'til it was open I only read one page and then put it away Talk about your big mistakes, hey, Shan, nice going Photos show no tears

Song Of Our So-Called Friend Okkervil River

Its pretty clear, though you could hear, you truly finally knew, in time, hed tell his tale the way hed like it told. Now he isnt on the phone, and his story might as well be so.

Unless It's Kicks Okkervil River

stereo on With the towns flying by And the ground getting soft And the sound in the sky Coming down from above It surrounds you at times And it's whispering, oh What pulls your body down That is quicksand

Just Give Me Time Okkervil River

This red-haired girl of mine tore a pinecone from the pine To cut into her palm, singing the song her sinking lover sung I shut my eyes, ripped the train from off the line But a sudden gust of snow blew

So Come Back, I Am Waiting Okkervil River

The airwaves stretch and they groan, bleeding, birthing his black diapason. Says ？？짖€？？"There's plenty of things to wear when you come to me, every color of sleeve to be rolled.

The Next Four Months Okkervil River

Maybe we could break your ankle clean and unsuspiciously An E.R. trip, a doctor's slip and you could share your pills with me Won't it feel so good though when we're lying Side by side can't move and I'm

Lady Liberty Okkervil River

You can wash out your lying eyes in the bathroom down the hall. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I guess I didn't know you at all.

A King And A Queen Okkervil River

If you want to see and be seen, then be seen. Your dress is dark red and your opening eyes are bright green.

It Ends With A Fall Okkervil River

The night's too cold.

Blanket and Crib Okkervil River

And handshakes all around: that's your style, and no one would call it denial, for you're not even sure what's in store. And it's more than you'll be able to take standing up straight.

Yellow Okkervil River

No matter how much she told him "I love you," He found it would depend on the gifts that he bought her, Or how badly she was hurt When the boss was cruel at work.

Get Big Okkervil River

Once we get to the end of this song, then it will begin again.？？짖€？？？？ So you said in our bed. I was watching light slip through blinds to find your skin. ？？짖€？？"

Another Radio Song Okkervil River

escaping it This seed in the water of your tear The way an unborn baby's ear Unfolds in your belly This infection gets stronger every year This direction of a tear rolling down your cheek And there is

Missing Children Okkervil River

out wandering Bigger, blacker, things go following Then into a patch of forest Somebody once planted for this Songs not over, phone's still ringing Eyes still rolling, eyes still clinging Something in the

No Hidden Track Okkervil River

What if there's no hidden track No journey there, no journey back The rain falls down upon the same old grass The rain falls down The rain falls down The rain falls down What if there's no secret word

Westfall Okkervil River

And they're going to take me and throw me in prison. I ain't coming back again. When I was younger, handsomer and stronger, I felt like I could do anything.

Title Track Okkervil River

All of the stage names evaporate And it's just a blood flushed and heart rushing rates Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late To be far too dear or too cut rate Hold my hand again like at

Black Okkervil River

, when he put you in the car, when he took you down the road. And I can still see where it was open, the door he slammed closed. It was open, the door he slammed closed. It was open, long ago.

In A Radio Song Okkervil River

Sad smile on your lips, you shake and shiver. Some animal sips where the river flows from a black little crack in a stone. To a crackle in a radio song, sing along, sing along, sing along.

Our Life Is Not A Movie Or Maybe Okkervil River

s just a bad movie where there's no crying Handing the keys to me in this Red Lion Where the lock that you locked in the suite Says there's no prying When the breath that you breathed in the street Screams

Happy Hearts Okkervil River

Why must happy hearts break so hard, leave you curled up in the back seat of a car, staring up at the windshield? When will broken hearts learn how to heal?

You Can't Hold The Hand Of A Rock And Roll Man Okkervil River

This week's cash for last week's grass your crew collates While you sit in the van and wait Gassed and trashed and smashed, young cads roasting away On a sunny summer day or, okay, an August night anyway

No Key, No Plan Okkervil River

> When I'm hosed and they're closing in, maybe only then, really, I'll try to get right with myself.

The Room I'm Hiding In Okkervil River

There once was desperation Now just medication The bathroom walls have always been so scribbled on Just like your skin But that's the room I'm hiding in Is just a vindication So hang the flag at half-mast

A Favor Okkervil River

Rapt in Star Wars sheets With my hand across your belly We waded through the watercolor We waded through the watercolor And drunk in your parents' house Junk coming out of your mouth We were buried in

Maine Island Lovers Okkervil River

We take each night's journey to the hotel in a hurry, where we love without worry on a bed that's five days dirty. And we read without irony from a book my husband bought for me.