| 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 |