Okkervil River – Black Nemo (Guitar)

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Meriden months stuck in Indian summers.

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And Dad's on the line, but I'm fine. Here's the phone...

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Oh, it's floating away. It's going away on the tide.

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Crystalized wishes, like kids crying for Christmases,

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ticking off lists with their pens in their fists

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before floating away, and going away on the tide.

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Running away on the back of a beast,

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in a midnight charge down a broken beach.

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The little stars, they spin the sharpest shards of light on down

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to the mouth of the sea.

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In a morning curled up in a cab on the edge of the world,

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the light's a fire of gold lying around.

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What, when you heard it - say, forward or furtive,

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transferred through a person or mystical blur -

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got you going away, got you floating away on the tide?

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Through Bonner Road basements of Pitfall, of cave-ins,

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of crackling tapes, cross fades... When the song ends

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I'm going away, floating away on the tide.

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Finding your way down the bloody beach,

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with the burnt-out cars salt-licked by the sea,

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those slicked-out stars all screaming from a distant high remove.

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In the fizzed-out snow of a cathode screen

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I saw a broken ghost in an old soap scene.

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I let his dead and dreamy eyes follow my moves.

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And I had a vision of everything hidden

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but always around me. It fought me. It found me

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while going away, floating away on the tide.

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Shooting through time with my eyes getting glassy

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and lined, while I watch seasons rocketing past me.

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They're going away - a little more every day, all the time.

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On a balcony, at the brilliant sea

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where all rivers meet, a voice spoke to me and said,

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These things have just got to be. I don't know why.

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    Here's to the freeway flasher!

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    Here's to the desperate dasher.

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    Guard him. Keep him from crashing,

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    on his tear. I know you think you miss him.

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    I know you think you knew him,

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    but you were passing through him.

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    Light as air he's leaving. There... he's gone.