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The Decemberists The Bandit Queen Lyrics

Last updated: 08/23/2010 11:00:00 AM

As the sun is sinking low
and the evening's tucked in tow
On the horizon, my true love I see.
She ain't fancy, she ain't fine
While her fingers number only nine
She's the belle of the ball of the insurgency.

She's my Bandit Queen, laying beneath the moon
In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two
If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.

Somewhere in a mountain, by a starry water fountain
In an alcove hid by some trees
Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure,
My ladylove sniffs as the breeze.

And sitting up, she adjusts her turban
And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
And listening to the whistling of a train at station
Odds are it will never reach its destination.

'Cause the Bandit Queen, astride her steed will ride
O let me be the one to lay within your theivin' arms tonight.

She's my Bandit Queen, laying beneath the moon
In a bandit cave, there's a blanket laid for two
If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.




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The Bandit Queen | Reviewer: Clocky | 4/13/2006

This song is unhurried and mellow, and sounds more like a song out of the Old West than one from the wilds of Arabia as the lyrics seem to suggest. The melody is very pleasant to listen to, and has a bit of a lilt to it. The lyrics and the melody blend together effortlessly, calling up wonderful mental pictures of a the Bandit Queen relaxing in her hideout and holding up a nearby train.
Altogether a wonderful song, well worth listening to over and over.

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