Decemberists Tain, Pts1 - 5 lyrics

Tain, Pts1 - 5 by Decemberists

[PART I]

[crone:] here upon this pillow 
made of reed and willow 
you're a fickle little twister 
are you sweet on your sister? 
your fallow won't leave you alone. 

and granted for their pleasure 
possesions laid to measure 
she's a salty little pisser 
with your cock in her kisser 
but now she's a will of her own. 

[PART II]

[husband:] damn your ankles and eyes wide 
from you fingernails to your ponytails too. 
king of the insects and the m-5 
over charlemagne in a motorcade too. 

and baby needs a new prize 
baby needs a new and shiny prize. 

[captain:] in this place called heavenly 
you were born here. 
this place called heavenly 
you were born here. 
you were born here. 

[husband:] and now all the marchers descend from high 
i will dedicate all of my awakenings to this. 

and damn all the angles that opress my sight 
i will bleed your heart through a samovar soon. 

[captain:] in this place called heavenly 
you were born here. 
this place called heavenly 
you were born here. 
you were born here. 

[PART III]

[soldier:] they settled dust in your hair 
to watch you shake and shout it out. 
with our armaments bared 
we shed our bags and travel alls. 

from the lee of the wall 
he comes in the chang and the chariot 
and all his eunuchs in thrall 
can scarce lift his line and lariat. 

here com loose his hounds 
to blow me down. 

[chorus of waifs:] blow me down. 

[soldier:] on this stretch of ground 
i'll lay me down. 

[chorus of waifs:] lay me down. 

[soldier:] to sleep. 

[chaplain:] and now stricken with pangs 
that tear at our backs like thistle down 
the mirror's soft silver tain 
reflects our last and birthing hour 

[soldier:] here com loose his hounds