Song | Bear's Vision of St. Agnes |
Artist | mewithoutYou |
Album | Ten Stories |
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Barren rocks and sand, our wooden sculpture hands, | |
Held like a timber hitch, held candles to the sun | |
Both faint and fading fast, we walked on, windward | |
Kept time with a pocketmouse, mouths kept mostly shut | |
Thought broke the silence like a bone | |
FOX: [half-moaning] “you've worn me like an albatross, | |
I've only slowed you down. | |
You could've long traded in your braided crown by now | |
You could've found that Anabaptist girl you always used to go on about | |
As we rode in circles on our bicycles; | |
We walked on balance beams | |
The audience cheered for us | |
We burned like fevers under carriage hats | |
Hid behind Venetian masks | |
In our human costumes | |
We stood like statues once in shepherd's check | |
We'll both be decked in herringbone, | |
Wrapped border drab around already broken ironstone” | |
BEAR: “But I've seen these cliffs before, | |
St. Agnes brought her palm branch to the hospital | |
Looked upward lest the charm had fled | |
From my brother's breathing bed | |
And when he died I shut his dogtooth violet eyes: | |
He looked just like me | |
Climb on down and see | |
They laid him on the rocks below | |
There'll be enough to fill your cup for days; | |
I'll stay up here and rest. | |
[aside] We'll fly in straight lines as from carronades | |
We'll crash like tidal waves, decimate the islands | |
As our hollowed lumber falls like water, ends where I start | |
In that tattered rag shop back in Asbury Park | |
Look how soon my hands won't move | |
But if you'll improve, we'll all improve | |
Sixty feet and my feet won't move | |
But if you'll improve, we'll all improve | |
Forty feet, my legs won't move | |
But as you improve, we all improve | |
Fill our den with acorn mast, | |
I'll wake before the salmon pass | |
Ten foot more and nothing moves” |
Barren rocks and sand, our wooden sculpture hands, | |
Held like a timber hitch, held candles to the sun | |
Both faint and fading fast, we walked on, windward | |
Kept time with a pocketmouse, mouths kept mostly shut | |
Thought broke the silence like a bone | |
FOX: halfmoaning " you' ve worn me like an albatross, | |
I' ve only slowed you down. | |
You could' ve long traded in your braided crown by now | |
You could' ve found that Anabaptist girl you always used to go on about | |
As we rode in circles on our bicycles | |
We walked on balance beams | |
The audience cheered for us | |
We burned like fevers under carriage hats | |
Hid behind Venetian masks | |
In our human costumes | |
We stood like statues once in shepherd' s check | |
We' ll both be decked in herringbone, | |
Wrapped border drab around already broken ironstone" | |
BEAR: " But I' ve seen these cliffs before, | |
St. Agnes brought her palm branch to the hospital | |
Looked upward lest the charm had fled | |
From my brother' s breathing bed | |
And when he died I shut his dogtooth violet eyes: | |
He looked just like me | |
Climb on down and see | |
They laid him on the rocks below | |
There' ll be enough to fill your cup for days | |
I' ll stay up here and rest. | |
aside We' ll fly in straight lines as from carronades | |
We' ll crash like tidal waves, decimate the islands | |
As our hollowed lumber falls like water, ends where I start | |
In that tattered rag shop back in Asbury Park | |
Look how soon my hands won' t move | |
But if you' ll improve, we' ll all improve | |
Sixty feet and my feet won' t move | |
But if you' ll improve, we' ll all improve | |
Forty feet, my legs won' t move | |
But as you improve, we all improve | |
Fill our den with acorn mast, | |
I' ll wake before the salmon pass | |
Ten foot more and nothing moves" |
Barren rocks and sand, our wooden sculpture hands, | |
Held like a timber hitch, held candles to the sun | |
Both faint and fading fast, we walked on, windward | |
Kept time with a pocketmouse, mouths kept mostly shut | |
Thought broke the silence like a bone | |
FOX: halfmoaning " you' ve worn me like an albatross, | |
I' ve only slowed you down. | |
You could' ve long traded in your braided crown by now | |
You could' ve found that Anabaptist girl you always used to go on about | |
As we rode in circles on our bicycles | |
We walked on balance beams | |
The audience cheered for us | |
We burned like fevers under carriage hats | |
Hid behind Venetian masks | |
In our human costumes | |
We stood like statues once in shepherd' s check | |
We' ll both be decked in herringbone, | |
Wrapped border drab around already broken ironstone" | |
BEAR: " But I' ve seen these cliffs before, | |
St. Agnes brought her palm branch to the hospital | |
Looked upward lest the charm had fled | |
From my brother' s breathing bed | |
And when he died I shut his dogtooth violet eyes: | |
He looked just like me | |
Climb on down and see | |
They laid him on the rocks below | |
There' ll be enough to fill your cup for days | |
I' ll stay up here and rest. | |
aside We' ll fly in straight lines as from carronades | |
We' ll crash like tidal waves, decimate the islands | |
As our hollowed lumber falls like water, ends where I start | |
In that tattered rag shop back in Asbury Park | |
Look how soon my hands won' t move | |
But if you' ll improve, we' ll all improve | |
Sixty feet and my feet won' t move | |
But if you' ll improve, we' ll all improve | |
Forty feet, my legs won' t move | |
But as you improve, we all improve | |
Fill our den with acorn mast, | |
I' ll wake before the salmon pass | |
Ten foot more and nothing moves" |