The Decemberists é uma banda de indie pop criada na cidade de Portland, Oregon. Embora os Decemberists sejam geralmente classificados como indie pop, eles percorrem estilos musicais tão variados como rock progressivo e folk, utilizando instrumentos peculiares como o xilofone, o acordeão e o contrabaixo acústico. Suas letras fogem da angústia e introspecção do rock atual, contando histórias sobre personagens fantásticos e melancólicos como piratas
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[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
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[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