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The Mormon Geishas
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And some song lyrics to boot.
The Decemberists: The Island
Come and See
There's an island hidden in the sound
Lapping currents lay your boat aground
Affix your barb and bayonet
The curlews carve their arabesques
And sorrow fills the silence all around
Come and see
There's a harbor lost within the reeds
A jetty caught in overhanging trees
Among the bones of cormorants
No boot-mark here nor fingerprint
The rivers roll down to a soundless sea
Come and see
Come and see
The tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And all we know for sure amidst this fading light
We'll not go home again
Come and see
Come and see
In the lowlands, nestled in the heath
A briar-cradle rocks its babe to sleep
Its contents watched by Sycorax and and Patagon in parallax
A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep
Come and see
Come and see
The tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And all we know for sure amidst this fading light
We'll not go home again
Come and see
Come and see
The Landlord's Daughter
As I was a-ramble
Down by the water
I spied in stable
The landlord's daughter
Produced my pistol
Then my saber
Said, "Make no whistle or thou will be murdered!"
She cursed, she shivered
She cried for mercy
"My gold and silver if thou will release me!"
"I'll take no gold, miss. I'll take no silver.
But I'll take those sweet lips and thou will deliver!"
You'll Not Feel the Drowning
I will dress your eyelids
With dimes upon your eyes
Lay you close to water
Green your grave will rise
Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning
Forget you once had sweethearts
They've forgotten you
Think you not on parents
They've forgotten too
Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning
Hear you now the captain
Heave his sorrow'd cry
The weight upon your eyelids
Is dimes laid on your eyes
The Mormon Geishas
Band Name Generator
And some song lyrics to boot.
The Decemberists: The Island
Come and See
There's an island hidden in the sound
Lapping currents lay your boat aground
Affix your barb and bayonet
The curlews carve their arabesques
And sorrow fills the silence all around
Come and see
There's a harbor lost within the reeds
A jetty caught in overhanging trees
Among the bones of cormorants
No boot-mark here nor fingerprint
The rivers roll down to a soundless sea
Come and see
Come and see
The tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And all we know for sure amidst this fading light
We'll not go home again
Come and see
Come and see
In the lowlands, nestled in the heath
A briar-cradle rocks its babe to sleep
Its contents watched by Sycorax and and Patagon in parallax
A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep
Come and see
Come and see
The tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And all we know for sure amidst this fading light
We'll not go home again
Come and see
Come and see
The Landlord's Daughter
As I was a-ramble
Down by the water
I spied in stable
The landlord's daughter
Produced my pistol
Then my saber
Said, "Make no whistle or thou will be murdered!"
She cursed, she shivered
She cried for mercy
"My gold and silver if thou will release me!"
"I'll take no gold, miss. I'll take no silver.
But I'll take those sweet lips and thou will deliver!"
You'll Not Feel the Drowning
I will dress your eyelids
With dimes upon your eyes
Lay you close to water
Green your grave will rise
Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning
Forget you once had sweethearts
They've forgotten you
Think you not on parents
They've forgotten too
Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning
Hear you now the captain
Heave his sorrow'd cry
The weight upon your eyelids
Is dimes laid on your eyes