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A Stone Okkervil River But, though you like all these things, you love a stone. You love a stone, because it's smooth and it's cold. And you'd love most to be told that it's all your own. 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 A King And A Queen Okkervil River Make a scene, but don't lie on the bed, laid out like you're dead, because honey, you're murdering me. Be a little sheep learning who'll shear and who'll feed. The hands come and they leave. In A Radio Song Okkervil River Black, black sheep boy, blue-eyed charmer, head hanging with horns from your father - oh, in a cold little mirror you were grown, by a black little wind you were blown, alone, alone, alone. My Bad Days Okkervil River Where we open up a foreign door with a pair of foreign hands. Where we find ourselves alone at the foot of a pair of foreign stairs. Dear Mother, you know how our bad days can catch us unawares. Song Of Our So-Called Friend Okkervil River > Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to you while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your home? 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 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. A Favor Okkervil River I love that picture that your mother stole Dad holds out the tiny piece he'll release from his soul Before he flew up in the helicopter Before he swooped down as a door gunner Before God gave him the favor 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 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 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 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 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 Listening To Otis Redding At Home During Christmas Okkervil River 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. And I know that it's home because that's where the stereo sings ？？ Blanket and Crib Okkervil River And you won't be somebody who it's just happening to, because it's a trap that you, and only you, have laid. Dead Faces Okkervil River 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 War Criminal Rises and Speaks Okkervil River The heart wants a trail away from ？？짖€？？"alone,？？짖€？？？？ Plus Ones Okkervil River No one wants to hear about your 97th tear So dry your eyes or let it go uncried, my dear I am all out of love to mouth and to your ear And not above letting a love song disappear Before it's written And The President's Dead Okkervil River A shot through my heart, like a knife right through bread, The newspaper said the president's dead. The sea doesn't dry and the sky isn't split, But friends it just seems so wrong, don't it? Song About a Star Okkervil River 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? Well, now he's bought and sold. John Allyn Smith Sails Okkervil River was hanging on the words some poem said And thirty-one I was impressionable, I was upsettable I tried to make my breathing stop, my heart beat slow So when my mom and John came in I would be cold From a No Key, No Plan Okkervil River While my friend, my associate, he's a regal man. He bindles and he twists and ties, gives the reckoning, and then it's back on the road again with maybe thirteen grand. Savannah Smiles Okkervil River I only read one page and then put it away Talk about your big mistakes, hey, Shan, nice going Photos show no tears, in her eyes All those pretty years gone by I just cannot believe, could do that to a Another Radio Song Okkervil River Sit back, no song is written It's nothing you thought of Yourself It's just a ghost, came unbidden To this house This infection gets stronger every year This seed in the water of your tear There is no 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. 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 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? Unless It's Kicks Okkervil River What gives this mess some grace Unless it's kicks, man Unless it's fiction Unless it's sweat or it's songs What hits against this chest Unless it's a sick man's hand From some mid-level band He's been 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