read all the tea leaves
from this chalice of mine
in the back of miley’s car,
the natives will die
independent of i, turned our backs to their hearts
look at the old man holding out for a dime
watch as hes waiting for the passage of time
at the end of our life, theres a fog and a cry
calls in terror, so settle for a while
(Psalm and sable quiet houses laughing divine)
its all your fault, how we wasted our time
(I went walking cold innate under the pale starry light)
and eat all our candy, and say mazeltov at the end of our night
we love the famous like the gods of our time
choirs are singing, such a long way outside
how we patchworked our lives
when we sheathed all our knifes
in go the ministers that feed on the kids
the titties on the telley make us all modern men
i was only held back, by the wave and the flash
of a gun, but my windows are lit
(Psalm and sable quiet houses laughing divine)
old man, I let out an hour or more
(Buddhist thieves and falling leaves go silently into the night)
and when you came home, i heard a knock on the back of my door
and on, and on, we’ll idle, brown eyed girl with long dark hair
slowly return to the womb that you sprang from
quiet as a lamb would go
..............
feast on the neighbours, for they warble their tunes
hear all the evil laughing sick with the flu
i was tricked by the moon,
and a far away tune,
in our hearts we know that the end of one life,
the curtain tails that close will lead to another in time
from this gutter of mine, i see stars in a line
on the table of one thats so divine
but you don’t know, they love us every time that were home,
to feed us their supper and think of the times back before we were young
old man, I let out for an hour or more
and when you came home,
i heard a knock on the back of my door
Grizzly Bear’s classic debut gets a 15th anniversary vinyl reissue, with a digital companion featuring a bevy of remixes. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2020