Artist: Okkervil River
Song Title: Another Radio Song
Sit back
No song is ridden (/written?)
It’s nothing you thought of Yourself
It’s just a ghost
(that) Came unbidden to the house
This infection gets stronger every year
This seed in the water of your tear
There is no escaping it
This seed in the water of your tear
The way an unborn baby’s ear unfolds in your belly
This infection gets stronger every year
Misdirection (/this direction?) of a tear rolling down your cheek
and There is no escaping it
There is no escaping
the thing that is making its home in your radio

Bless this tiny alley we have fallen from tall buildings we have fallen through the air
Into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest Sleeping flowers now they sit under the sidewalk now they’re waiting for the shining of some future sign to show us
All that is your beauty oh And all that brings you pleasure
I could sigh into your heart and say I hope I’m here forever
(but) Black sheep will (rob?) your lovers
With your list of favourite pillows
Make your list of missing children
With the wall where you drew windows
Overlooking hanging (/Eden?) gardens
Cut apart like jagged mountains
Climbing up into the air and
Crumbling down into a fountain
Where the water waits forever like a quiet distant treasure
When you rise up to recover when you leave this tiny alley
When you meet me in the garden with your (wings all hung?) with cedar
Every spirit brushing past me brushing past me in the Ether scream Oh
This is Window dressing All you are is Flimsy curtains Watch you flame up with a word from us and won’t know that you’re Burning
Burning


…Escaping the thing that is making its home in your radio…

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