Showing posts with label St. Vincent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. Vincent. Show all posts

Friday, July 5, 2013

Who










Who be my valentine
Who lift this heavy load
Who share this taxicab
Who wants to climb aboard

Who is an honest man?








Who held a dying soldier?
Far from his own hometown
Carry these men and women
Who get lost when the Sun goes down

Who is an honest man?







Who walks this dusty road
Who always proves her way
Who’s this?! Inside of me
Who made a big mistake







Who sees these constellations
Seen in those spinning round
Counting these men and women
Who get lost when the Sun goes down

Who is an honest man?









With a graceful motion she sat down slowly
Drank a cup of coffee and she fold her laundry
She begins to tell us all her life story
All around the table, everybody’s staring









Who shouts out hallelujah
Who’s gonna sing out loud
Carry these men and women
Who get lost when the Sun goes down








Who’s getting out of here
Who thinks they’re hungry
Who’s gonna be my friend
All around the table, everybody’s staring

David Byrne and St.Vincent

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Cruel











Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?








Forgive the kids, for they don't know how to live
Run the alleys casually cruel
Cruel, cruel







Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?
For you could want that, too
They could take or leave you
So they took you, and they left you
How could they be casually cruel?
Cruel, cruel, oh







Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?
If you could want that, too, then you'll be happy






You were the one waving flares in the air so they could see you
And they were a zephyr, blowing past ya, 
Blowing fastly so they can see ya
Cruel, cruel, oh








Cruel, cruel, oh

St.Vincent

Monday, August 20, 2012

Cheerleader















I’ve had good times with some bad guys
I’ve told whole lies with a half smile











Held your bare bones with my clothes on
I’ve thrown rocks then hid both my arms












I don’t know what good it serves
Pouring my purse in the dirt but

I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more









I’ve played dumb when I knew better
Tried too hard just to be clever
I know honest thieves I call family
I’ve seen America with no clothes on but
I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more











I don’t know what I deserve but for you I could work
Cause I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more












I don’t wanna be a bird eater no more
I don’t wanna be a dirt eater no more
I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more

St. Vincent



Friday, August 3, 2012

The Strangers








 


Lover, I don't play to win
Befall the thrill until I'm spent
Paint the black hole blacker








I threw flowers in your face on my sister's wedding day
Paint the black hole blacker













You showed up with a black eye looking to go start a fight
Paint the black hole blacker

Playboys under your mattress, like I wouldn't notice
Paint the black hole blacker








What do I share?
What do I keep from all the strangers who sleep where I sleep









Desperate don't look good on you, neither does your virtue
Paint the black hole blacker

Good souls have won better sons, better sons were worse once
Paint the black hole blacker


 







What do I share?
What do I keep from all the stranger who sleep where I sleep








You showed up with a black eye looking to finish a fight
Lover, I don't play to win
Befall the thrill until I'm spent
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker

St. Vincent