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)
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[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