Song | Chocolate Girl |
Artist | Animal Collective |
Album | Spirit They're Gone Spirit They've Vanished / Danse Manatee |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In cycle, | |
I'll lead you around the ocean, | |
Where grass grows, | |
And remnants of you in devotion, | |
My breath's out, | |
Inhaling upon trees, it's frozen, | |
And look out, | |
And trace along the house where shit is frozen, | |
Then holding, | |
Quietly, | |
The sound is dead, | |
and sing in turn, | |
in light. | |
When life meets child, your only plight | |
in light. | |
When ceilings smile, we'll sleep a while | |
in light. | |
I'll take you for walks among the patients, | |
She had a pretty dad, | |
But she was growing out of play-school, | |
Still she could kick and scream and play, | |
Until she wanted to. | |
My little chocolate girl. | |
Her brother barely out of high school, | |
lived in a place where he could scream, | |
until he wanted to. | |
Oh fuzzy tidy cat. | |
And she could bury him in apples | |
and curl around a bowl of cotton | |
'til she wanted to. | |
Still she had to speak loud, | |
'cause hearing isn't, “I am here with them”, | |
And we took, | |
a picture: Sunday flowers in the garden. | |
And quite late, | |
still drinking with the boys until it's later. | |
And pray small, | |
your hopes of something better to show her, | |
And holding tight, | |
the sound is dead, | |
it's singing time | |
in light. | |
When life meets child, your only plight | |
in light. | |
When ceilings smile, we'll sleep a while | |
in light. | |
I'll take you for walks among the patients, | |
She met a pretty boy. | |
And they would dance between their elders | |
and she would cream until the wine she bought had settled in. | |
My little chocolate girl. | |
She used to love the stars of England. | |
She slept on records and her market jewelry | |
from her school, | |
Her colors matched the room. | |
And she would twirl around the curtains, | |
she had a hand to hold her chin up | |
when her friends walked out, | |
the kid across the street. | |
He'll keep around when she was changing, | |
And he would wait and she would tell her friends about the boy. | |
Her Mom and Dad at home. | |
She had saliva in her pockets, | |
She gave a girl when her last grace hath found thee, dig the day | |
So good, my chocolate girl, | |
Oh won't you like an 'A' | |
So put your lanterns on across the maze, | |
So I won't feast on folly, | |
Bell of the rain who brought the stings and dead | |
and who will pop the trade, | |
'cause I can't see you. | |
I'll open up my brain again. | |
(repeat) |
In cycle, | |
I' ll lead you around the ocean, | |
Where grass grows, | |
And remnants of you in devotion, | |
My breath' s out, | |
Inhaling upon trees, it' s frozen, | |
And look out, | |
And trace along the house where shit is frozen, | |
Then holding, | |
Quietly, | |
The sound is dead, | |
and sing in turn, | |
in light. | |
When life meets child, your only plight | |
in light. | |
When ceilings smile, we' ll sleep a while | |
in light. | |
I' ll take you for walks among the patients, | |
She had a pretty dad, | |
But she was growing out of playschool, | |
Still she could kick and scream and play, | |
Until she wanted to. | |
My little chocolate girl. | |
Her brother barely out of high school, | |
lived in a place where he could scream, | |
until he wanted to. | |
Oh fuzzy tidy cat. | |
And she could bury him in apples | |
and curl around a bowl of cotton | |
' til she wanted to. | |
Still she had to speak loud, | |
' cause hearing isn' t, " I am here with them", | |
And we took, | |
a picture: Sunday flowers in the garden. | |
And quite late, | |
still drinking with the boys until it' s later. | |
And pray small, | |
your hopes of something better to show her, | |
And holding tight, | |
the sound is dead, | |
it' s singing time | |
in light. | |
When life meets child, your only plight | |
in light. | |
When ceilings smile, we' ll sleep a while | |
in light. | |
I' ll take you for walks among the patients, | |
She met a pretty boy. | |
And they would dance between their elders | |
and she would cream until the wine she bought had settled in. | |
My little chocolate girl. | |
She used to love the stars of England. | |
She slept on records and her market jewelry | |
from her school, | |
Her colors matched the room. | |
And she would twirl around the curtains, | |
she had a hand to hold her chin up | |
when her friends walked out, | |
the kid across the street. | |
He' ll keep around when she was changing, | |
And he would wait and she would tell her friends about the boy. | |
Her Mom and Dad at home. | |
She had saliva in her pockets, | |
She gave a girl when her last grace hath found thee, dig the day | |
So good, my chocolate girl, | |
Oh won' t you like an ' A' | |
So put your lanterns on across the maze, | |
So I won' t feast on folly, | |
Bell of the rain who brought the stings and dead | |
and who will pop the trade, | |
' cause I can' t see you. | |
I' ll open up my brain again. | |
repeat |
In cycle, | |
I' ll lead you around the ocean, | |
Where grass grows, | |
And remnants of you in devotion, | |
My breath' s out, | |
Inhaling upon trees, it' s frozen, | |
And look out, | |
And trace along the house where shit is frozen, | |
Then holding, | |
Quietly, | |
The sound is dead, | |
and sing in turn, | |
in light. | |
When life meets child, your only plight | |
in light. | |
When ceilings smile, we' ll sleep a while | |
in light. | |
I' ll take you for walks among the patients, | |
She had a pretty dad, | |
But she was growing out of playschool, | |
Still she could kick and scream and play, | |
Until she wanted to. | |
My little chocolate girl. | |
Her brother barely out of high school, | |
lived in a place where he could scream, | |
until he wanted to. | |
Oh fuzzy tidy cat. | |
And she could bury him in apples | |
and curl around a bowl of cotton | |
' til she wanted to. | |
Still she had to speak loud, | |
' cause hearing isn' t, " I am here with them", | |
And we took, | |
a picture: Sunday flowers in the garden. | |
And quite late, | |
still drinking with the boys until it' s later. | |
And pray small, | |
your hopes of something better to show her, | |
And holding tight, | |
the sound is dead, | |
it' s singing time | |
in light. | |
When life meets child, your only plight | |
in light. | |
When ceilings smile, we' ll sleep a while | |
in light. | |
I' ll take you for walks among the patients, | |
She met a pretty boy. | |
And they would dance between their elders | |
and she would cream until the wine she bought had settled in. | |
My little chocolate girl. | |
She used to love the stars of England. | |
She slept on records and her market jewelry | |
from her school, | |
Her colors matched the room. | |
And she would twirl around the curtains, | |
she had a hand to hold her chin up | |
when her friends walked out, | |
the kid across the street. | |
He' ll keep around when she was changing, | |
And he would wait and she would tell her friends about the boy. | |
Her Mom and Dad at home. | |
She had saliva in her pockets, | |
She gave a girl when her last grace hath found thee, dig the day | |
So good, my chocolate girl, | |
Oh won' t you like an ' A' | |
So put your lanterns on across the maze, | |
So I won' t feast on folly, | |
Bell of the rain who brought the stings and dead | |
and who will pop the trade, | |
' cause I can' t see you. | |
I' ll open up my brain again. | |
repeat |