Rider-Okkervil River

[ti:Rider] [ar:Okkervil River] [al:I Am Very Far] [by:] [offset:0] [00:12.33]Baby's ball is all blood red of flayed pigs [00:17.27]And silk soft little things [00:20.33]Fill a house hung from strings [00:23.77]And I fly out on my silver scissoring wings [00:30.52]With the other sardines [00:33.76]Over cities of things mommies need [00:37.27]Light as gas and half-assedly free [00:44.27]Like I was in nineteen ninety three [00:52.21] [00:54.96]Over the ruins like we're staggering apes [00:57.11] [00:59.80]What we get's what we take [01:04.23]In a split open place where a man can get kinged [01:09.59]In a palace of panic and flames [01:14.07]Where nobody gets blamed by the tired [01:17.20]And broke down and beat [01:23.59]In sunken gardens where there was a street [01:34.42] [01:35.86]West over water I rambled and paced [01:40.93]And the blood river raced like the sweat down my face [01:47.63]And the stadium roared and the warriors embraced [01:54.64]And the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes [02:01.59]And I blazed in the last orange hours of the day [02:11.47]Until the dust hazed and hid us away [02:19.33]Little baby be brave [02:22.08]I see your dad riding over the rise [02:28.21] [02:32.58]Crashing his whole cavalcade through the crowd [02:37.66]Watch them run on all sides [02:38.02] [03:09.42]The neon white branches [03:11.19]And the carrion fly [03:12.02]On a congressman's eye [03:15.14]I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves [03:21.89]And left under a rock out on Rockaway Beach beneath the trees [03:31.62] [03:32.79]I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze [03:37.61]There's a hole in my throat [03:42.62]You can note my last wheeze if you need [03:49.48]Then take hold of the rope [03:52.55]And down we scream