Song | 2080 |
Artist | Yeasayer |
Album | Social Climbing: Spunk Sampler |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I can't sleep when I think about the times we're living in | |
I can't sleep when I think about the future I was born into | |
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning | |
With no Berlin wall, what the hell you gonna do? | |
It's a new year, I'm glad to be here | |
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing | |
In 2080 I'll surely be dead | |
So don't look ahead, ever look ahead | |
It's a new year, I'm glad to be here | |
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing | |
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight | |
So we won't drown in the summer sound | |
If you find me, I'll be sitting by the water fountain | |
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning | |
But it's all right, yeah, it's all right, | |
Yeah, it's all right, yeah, it's all right | |
It's all right | |
'Cause in no time, they'll be gone, I guess I'll still be standing here | |
It's a new year, I'm glad to be here | |
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing | |
In 2080 I'll surely be dead | |
So don't look ahead, ever look ahead | |
It's a new year, I'm glad to be here | |
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing | |
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight | |
So we won't drown in the summer sound | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters | |
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us | |
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters | |
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us | |
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests | |
It's a new year, I'm glad to be here | |
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing | |
In 2080 I'll surely be dead | |
So don't look ahead, ever look ahead | |
It's a new year, I'm glad to be here | |
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing | |
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight | |
So we won't drown in the summer sound | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters | |
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us | |
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters | |
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us | |
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters |
I can t sleep when I think about the times we re living in | |
I can t sleep when I think about the future I was born into | |
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning | |
With no Berlin wall, what the hell you gonna do? | |
It s a new year, I m glad to be here | |
It s a fresh spring, so let s sing | |
In 2080 I ll surely be dead | |
So don t look ahead, ever look ahead | |
It s a new year, I m glad to be here | |
It s a fresh spring, so let s sing | |
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight | |
So we won t drown in the summer sound | |
If you find me, I ll be sitting by the water fountain | |
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning | |
But it s all right, yeah, it s all right, | |
Yeah, it s all right, yeah, it s all right | |
It s all right | |
Cause in no time, they ll be gone, I guess I ll still be standing here | |
It s a new year, I m glad to be here | |
It s a fresh spring, so let s sing | |
In 2080 I ll surely be dead | |
So don t look ahead, ever look ahead | |
It s a new year, I m glad to be here | |
It s a fresh spring, so let s sing | |
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight | |
So we won t drown in the summer sound | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twentyone sons and be blood when they marry my daughters | |
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us | |
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twentyone sons and be blood when they marry my daughters | |
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us | |
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests | |
It s a new year, I m glad to be here | |
It s a fresh spring, so let s sing | |
In 2080 I ll surely be dead | |
So don t look ahead, ever look ahead | |
It s a new year, I m glad to be here | |
It s a fresh spring, so let s sing | |
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight | |
So we won t drown in the summer sound | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twentyone sons and be blood when they marry my daughters | |
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us | |
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twentyone sons and be blood when they marry my daughters | |
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us | |
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twentyone sons and be blood when they marry my daughters |
I can t sleep when I think about the times we re living in | |
I can t sleep when I think about the future I was born into | |
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning | |
With no Berlin wall, what the hell you gonna do? | |
It s a new year, I m glad to be here | |
It s a fresh spring, so let s sing | |
In 2080 I ll surely be dead | |
So don t look ahead, ever look ahead | |
It s a new year, I m glad to be here | |
It s a fresh spring, so let s sing | |
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight | |
So we won t drown in the summer sound | |
If you find me, I ll be sitting by the water fountain | |
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning | |
But it s all right, yeah, it s all right, | |
Yeah, it s all right, yeah, it s all right | |
It s all right | |
Cause in no time, they ll be gone, I guess I ll still be standing here | |
It s a new year, I m glad to be here | |
It s a fresh spring, so let s sing | |
In 2080 I ll surely be dead | |
So don t look ahead, ever look ahead | |
It s a new year, I m glad to be here | |
It s a fresh spring, so let s sing | |
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight | |
So we won t drown in the summer sound | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twentyone sons and be blood when they marry my daughters | |
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us | |
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twentyone sons and be blood when they marry my daughters | |
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us | |
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests | |
It s a new year, I m glad to be here | |
It s a fresh spring, so let s sing | |
In 2080 I ll surely be dead | |
So don t look ahead, ever look ahead | |
It s a new year, I m glad to be here | |
It s a fresh spring, so let s sing | |
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight | |
So we won t drown in the summer sound | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twentyone sons and be blood when they marry my daughters | |
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us | |
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twentyone sons and be blood when they marry my daughters | |
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us | |
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests | |
Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah | |
You can have twentyone sons and be blood when they marry my daughters |