The Decemberists son una banda estadounidense de indie pop, formada en Portland, Oregon. Su nombre deriva de la "Rebelión Decembrista" de 1825 en Rusia, y la temática de sus canciones normalmente trata de historias y personajes ficticios, normalmente mezclado a hechos históricos y siempre manteniendo una línea narrativa.
Actualmente, The Decemberists esta formado por:
Colin Meloy (vocalista, guitarra) Chris Funk (guitarra, multi-instrumentalista)
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Verse] Em Down by the lake We were overturning pebbles D And upending all the animals alight Em And I took a drag From your cigarette and pinched it 'Tween my finger and my thumb D Till it died EmD And the sun burned low on the radio Em Say that you will Say you will or will you won't Or you whatever you prevaricate D Your whole life, don't you? Em This much I can say: I would've waited till the oceans Fell Away and all the sunken cities D Would reveal themselves to you Em But you won't, will you? D Because you never do Em And the sun burned through D Sweet as honeydew
[Chorus] Bm And I AG Seventeen and terminally fey F#mEm I wrote it down and threw it all away G Never gave a thought to what I'd paid Bm And you AG Sibylline, reclining in your pew F#mEm You tattered me, you tethered me to you G The things you would and wouldn't do D To tell the truth I never had a clue
[Instrumental] EmD
[Verse] Em Now we arise To curse those young suburban villains D And their ill-begotten children from the lawn Em Come to me now And on this station wagon window Set the ghost of your two footprints D That they might haunt me when you're gone Em And when the light broke dawn D You were forever gone Em But I remember you, you were full D You were full and sweet as honeydew
[Chorus] Bm And I AG Seventeen and terminally fey F#mEm I wrote it down and threw it all away G And never gave a thought to what I paid BmAG And you all sibylline, reclining in your pew F#mEm You tattered me, you tethered me to you G The things you would and wouldn't do D You noticed how I never had a clue Never had a clue You were full and sweet as honeydew You were full and sweet as honeydew