Okkervil River Lyrics
Another Radio Song
Sit back, no song is written, nothing you thought of yourself. It's just a ghost
that came unbidden to this house. This infection gets stronger every year, this
seed in the water of your tear, there is no escaping it. The way an unborn
baby's ear unfolds in your belly, this infection gets stronger every year. This
direction of a tear rolling down your cheek, 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 sun to show us all that brings you beauty and all that gives you
pleasure); I could sigh into your hide and say “I hope I'm here forever, but
black sheep boy - with your lovers, with your list of favorite pillows, with
your list of missing children, with the walls where you drew windows overlooking
hidden gardens cut apart by 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 horns all hung with cedar, every spirit
brushing past me brushing past them in the ether screams 'all this is window
dressing, all you are is flimsy curtains - watch, you flame up with a word from
us and don't know that you're burning.'”