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Okkervil River Unless It Kicks Lyrics

Last updated: 12/29/2008 10:00:00 AM

What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks, man - unless itis fictions, unless it's sweat or it's songs? What hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand, from some midlevel band? He's been driving too long on a dark windless night, with the stereo on, with the towns flying by and the ground getting soft.

And a sound in the sky, coming down from above, it surrounds you and sighs and is whispering of what pulls your body down, and that is quicksand. So climb out quick, hand over hand, before your mouth's all filled up. What picks you up from down unless it's tricks, man? When I've been fixed I am convinced that I will not get so broke up again.

And on a seven day high, that heavenly song punches right through my mind and just hums through my blood. And I know it's a lie, but I'll still give my love. Hey, my heart's on the line for your hands to pluck off.

What gives this mess some grace unless it's fiction - unless it's licks, man, unless it's lies or it's love? What breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some rock and roll fan, floating up from the stands with her heart opened up. And I want to tell her, "Your love isn't lost," and say "my heart is still crossed!" I want to scream, "hey, you're so wonderful! What a dream in the dark - about working so hard, about glowing, so stoned, trying not to turn off, trying not to believe in that lie all on your own."

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Love to a Monster Lyrics | Reviewer: | 12/28/08

Lover now that you've left me I'm glad you're unlovely, cause if you could take all the heat in your heart and just hang it from you,I wouldn't be able to bear the way you can not love me,it's much easier of me to make a monster out of you,so here I go substituting the glow from your temples,all our sighs and our trembles,and each last letter sent you,from the cheap little pen of this weak little man who was singing, out his jangling ringing, and hopefully stinging attack upon you,yeah so here I go just exploding the hope we'll be speaking,some day years from now seeking,friendship and understanding, yeah i hope you get angry and hurt and have the hardest of landings,and I hope your new man thinks of me when he sees what a number I did on you (c'mon boys)I grow tired of this song I turn my eyes to the blonde in the bleachers, she's a lovely young creature, I think she's seeking adventure,I think she's ready to see that the world ain't so sweet nor so tender,I won't break her just bend her and make her into my new ringer for you,I stay in the same comfy town write the same old songs down drive the same streets, seek the same sense of dull peace,the same sweet words to the chippies,the same walk by the road where the same muddy snow's finally moving, but I'll fight off the spring I don't want lovely things I don't want the earth new