Met a dancer who was high in a field from her movement
Caught my breath on my way home
Couldn't stop that spinning force
I felt envy
Everything around seemed to giggle
You are up with the flower and I cared
Found a dancer
Who gets wild to the beats of record rhythm
But I'm always away for weeks
That pass slow my mind gets lost
Feeling envy for the kid who'll dance despite anything
I walked out in the flowers and feel better
If I could just leave my body for the night
Then we could be dancing
No more missing you while I'm gone
There we could be dancing
And you'd smile and say, "I like this song"
And when our eyes will meet there
We will recognize nothing's wrong
And I wouldn't feel so selfish
I won't be this way very long
To hold you in time
To hold you in time
To hold you in time
To hold you in time
While we were dancing
Early hours drunken days finally ended
And the streets turned for a pillowcase
Then I fumbled our good lock
Then the ecstasy turns to rising light
Through our windowpane, now I'm gone
I left flowers for you there
Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavilion Album Lyrics
Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavilion Lyrics
Writer: Noah Benjamin Lennox, Brian Ross Weitz
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
My Girls
Isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
There isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
Isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
There isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in the freshest wave
But to provide for mine who ask
I will with heart on my father's grave
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in the freshest wave
But to provide for mine who ask
I will with heart on my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls (ahoo)
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls
There isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in the freshest wave
But to provide for mine who ask
I will with heart on my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls (ahoo)
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls (ahoo)
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls (ahoo)
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls (ahoo)
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
There isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
Isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
There isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in the freshest wave
But to provide for mine who ask
I will with heart on my father's grave
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in the freshest wave
But to provide for mine who ask
I will with heart on my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls (ahoo)
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls
There isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in the freshest wave
But to provide for mine who ask
I will with heart on my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
On my father's grave
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls (ahoo)
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls (ahoo)
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls (ahoo)
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls (ahoo)
Writer: Brian Weitz, David Michael Portner, Noah Benjamin Lennox
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Also Frightened
Venture my way into the dark
Where we can slip; one takes one by the hand
Let them crawl into the logs that dam
Brown changed the hue of her pen
Excited and screaming, their voices go wild
And rise with the birds mating up in the pines
Down to puddles that breathe, covered by leaves
With mud they'll make prints on their backs
But how?
Will it be just like they're dreaming?
Will it be just like I'm dreaming?
Will it be just like they're dreaming?
Will it be just like I'm dreaming?
But how?
If they're awake till the dawn, well we won't
Fret that they don't have our eye
The ghosts came crowding around and then I
Woke, you slept there on your side
From our window, two lanterns draw signs on the night
And light our two shadows, I watch with delight
Will I want them to be who they will be
Or to be more like their dad?
But how?
Will it be just like they're dreaming?
Will it be just like I'm dreaming?
Will it be just like they're dreaming?
Will it be just like I'm dreaming?
When influence is threatened
Maybe I should let them
Maybe we should let them
And I have a question:
Are you also frightened?
No one should call you a dreamer
Not now!
Where we can slip; one takes one by the hand
Let them crawl into the logs that dam
Brown changed the hue of her pen
Excited and screaming, their voices go wild
And rise with the birds mating up in the pines
Down to puddles that breathe, covered by leaves
With mud they'll make prints on their backs
But how?
Will it be just like they're dreaming?
Will it be just like I'm dreaming?
Will it be just like they're dreaming?
Will it be just like I'm dreaming?
But how?
If they're awake till the dawn, well we won't
Fret that they don't have our eye
The ghosts came crowding around and then I
Woke, you slept there on your side
From our window, two lanterns draw signs on the night
And light our two shadows, I watch with delight
Will I want them to be who they will be
Or to be more like their dad?
But how?
Will it be just like they're dreaming?
Will it be just like I'm dreaming?
Will it be just like they're dreaming?
Will it be just like I'm dreaming?
When influence is threatened
Maybe I should let them
Maybe we should let them
And I have a question:
Are you also frightened?
No one should call you a dreamer
Not now!
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Summertime Clothes
(Summer...)
Sweet summer night and I'm stripped to my sheets
Forehead is leaking, my AC squeaks
And a voice from the clock says, "You're not gonna get tired"
My bed is a pool and the walls are on fire
Soak my head in the sink for a while
Chills on my neck and it makes me smile but
My bones have to move and my skin's gotta breathe
You pick up the phone and I'm so relieved
You slide down your stairs to the heated street
And the sun has left us with slippery feet
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
And be here with you, we're going.
(I'm not sure where...
I'm not sure where, but I have seen you today)
It doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel
Hunt for the breeze, get a midnight meal
I point in the windows, you point out the parks
Rip off your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks
We'll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash
Walking around in our summertime clothes
Nowhere to go when our bodies glow
And we'll greet the dawn in its morning blues
With purple yarn you'll be sleeping soon
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
When the sun goes down, we'll go out again.
Don't cool off, I like your warmth.
Let's leave the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain
It's easy to sleep when it whets my brain
It covers my rest with a saccharine sheen
Kissing the wind through my window screen
The restlessness calls, says that I cannot hide
So much on my mind that it spills outside
Do you want to go stroll down the financial street?
Our clothes might get soaked, but the buildings sleep
And there's no one pushing for a place
Let's meander at an easy pace
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
I want to walk around with you
Just you, just you, just you.
Sweet summer night and I'm stripped to my sheets
Forehead is leaking, my AC squeaks
And a voice from the clock says, "You're not gonna get tired"
My bed is a pool and the walls are on fire
Soak my head in the sink for a while
Chills on my neck and it makes me smile but
My bones have to move and my skin's gotta breathe
You pick up the phone and I'm so relieved
You slide down your stairs to the heated street
And the sun has left us with slippery feet
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
And be here with you, we're going.
(I'm not sure where...
I'm not sure where, but I have seen you today)
It doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel
Hunt for the breeze, get a midnight meal
I point in the windows, you point out the parks
Rip off your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks
We'll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash
Walking around in our summertime clothes
Nowhere to go when our bodies glow
And we'll greet the dawn in its morning blues
With purple yarn you'll be sleeping soon
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
When the sun goes down, we'll go out again.
Don't cool off, I like your warmth.
Let's leave the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain
It's easy to sleep when it whets my brain
It covers my rest with a saccharine sheen
Kissing the wind through my window screen
The restlessness calls, says that I cannot hide
So much on my mind that it spills outside
Do you want to go stroll down the financial street?
Our clothes might get soaked, but the buildings sleep
And there's no one pushing for a place
Let's meander at an easy pace
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
I want to walk around with you
Just you, just you, just you.
Writer: Brian Ross Weitz, David Michael Portner, Noah Benjamin Lennox
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Daily Routine
Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
When it's just precisely tuned
It's how it comes out so nice
Make sure my kid's got a jacket
And coat and shoes and hat
Strap a stroller to my back
Bouncing along every crack
What can I do to make it fast?
Sing a song to pass the playground
What can I do as traffic pass?
Guard my girl from muffler's black gas
What can I do to make it fast?
Pop a jump but not too hard
Take a little left up at the rest
Stop and look at the traffic signal
Up uneven steps and talking's hard
Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
When it's just precisely tuned
It's how it comes out so nice
Make sure my kid's got a jacket
And coat and shoes and hat
Strap a stroller to my back
Bouncing along every crack
What can I do to make it fast?
Sing a song to pass the playground
What can I do as traffic pass?
Guard my girl from muffler's black gas
What can you do to make it fast?
Pop a jump but not too hard
Take a little left up at the rest
Stop and look at the traffic signal
Just a sec more in my bed
Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
Hope my machine's working right
When it's just precisely tuned
It's how it comes out so nice
Make sure my kid's got a jacket
And coat and shoes and hat
Strap a stroller to my back
Bouncing along every crack
What can I do to make it fast?
Sing a song to pass the playground
What can I do as traffic pass?
Guard my girl from muffler's black gas
What can I do to make it fast?
Pop a jump but not too hard
Take a little left up at the rest
Stop and look at the traffic signal
Up uneven steps and talking's hard
Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
When it's just precisely tuned
It's how it comes out so nice
Make sure my kid's got a jacket
And coat and shoes and hat
Strap a stroller to my back
Bouncing along every crack
What can I do to make it fast?
Sing a song to pass the playground
What can I do as traffic pass?
Guard my girl from muffler's black gas
What can you do to make it fast?
Pop a jump but not too hard
Take a little left up at the rest
Stop and look at the traffic signal
Just a sec more in my bed
Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
Writer: Brian Ross Weitz, Noah Benjamin Lennox
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Bluish
I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm drawing pictures on your skin,
So soft it twirls.
I like your looks when you get mean
I know I shouldn't say so but when you
Claw me like a cat, I'm beaming
I like the way you squeeze my hand
Pulling me to another dream,
We should dream.
I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting crushed out on the things
that only I should see
They're not for boys, they're just for me
Hurry to talk, from far away
I can't see you
You curl your fists when you pull your hair
When we're alone, I wanna say
Let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment babe
Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
There's some kind of magic in the way you're lying there
I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting rushed back on a whim,
Our breath gets weird
Back to the time when we were green
I know we have changed
But I still grin 'cause I can wake to see you
Back to the time I touched your hand
When I was so scared to look that mean
I think it's weird
I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting crushed out on the things
that only I should see
They're not for boys, they're just for me
When we do talk from far away
It's so hard for me
Only to get the urge to kiss you there
When we're alone, I wanna say
Let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment babe
Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
There's some kind of magic in the way you're lying...
Put on your dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
There's some kind of magic in the way you talk about your
Blue eyeshadow
It's not exactly blue though
I refuse to call it anything but your blue...
I'm drawing pictures on your skin,
So soft it twirls.
I like your looks when you get mean
I know I shouldn't say so but when you
Claw me like a cat, I'm beaming
I like the way you squeeze my hand
Pulling me to another dream,
We should dream.
I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting crushed out on the things
that only I should see
They're not for boys, they're just for me
Hurry to talk, from far away
I can't see you
You curl your fists when you pull your hair
When we're alone, I wanna say
Let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment babe
Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
There's some kind of magic in the way you're lying there
I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting rushed back on a whim,
Our breath gets weird
Back to the time when we were green
I know we have changed
But I still grin 'cause I can wake to see you
Back to the time I touched your hand
When I was so scared to look that mean
I think it's weird
I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting crushed out on the things
that only I should see
They're not for boys, they're just for me
When we do talk from far away
It's so hard for me
Only to get the urge to kiss you there
When we're alone, I wanna say
Let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment babe
Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
There's some kind of magic in the way you're lying...
Put on your dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
There's some kind of magic in the way you talk about your
Blue eyeshadow
It's not exactly blue though
I refuse to call it anything but your blue...
Writer: Brian Ross Weitz, Noah Benjamin Lennox
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Guys Eyes
[Panda Bear's Part (main)]
I really want to do just what my body wants to
I really want to do just what my body needs to
I really want to show to my girl that I want her
I really want to show to my girl that I need her
I really want to do just what my body wants to
I really want to do just what my body needs to
I really want to show to my girl that I want her
I really want to show to my girl that I need her
Need her
I need her
I want to do just what my body needs to
I want to do just what my body needs to
I want to show to my girl that I need her
I want to show to my girl that I need her
So I use my mind
And I use my hand
And watch what I want to
So I use my mind
And I use my hand
And watch what I want to do
What I want to do
[Avey Tare's Part (background)]
If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and just keep them for you.
If I could just purge all the urges that I have and keep them for you.
If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and just keep them for you.
If I could just purge all the urges that I have and keep them for you.
If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and just keep them for you.
(I keep it locked right now)
If I could just purge all the urges that I have and just keep them for you.
(I keep it locked right now)
If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and just keep them for you.
I need her
If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and just keep them for you.
If I could just purge all the urges that I have and keep them for you.
(I keep it locked right now)
If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and just keep them for you.
I really don't know what to do if my body should want to.
What I want.
I really want to do just what my body wants to
I really want to do just what my body needs to
I really want to show to my girl that I want her
I really want to show to my girl that I need her
I really want to do just what my body wants to
I really want to do just what my body needs to
I really want to show to my girl that I want her
I really want to show to my girl that I need her
Need her
I need her
I want to do just what my body needs to
I want to do just what my body needs to
I want to show to my girl that I need her
I want to show to my girl that I need her
So I use my mind
And I use my hand
And watch what I want to
So I use my mind
And I use my hand
And watch what I want to do
What I want to do
[Avey Tare's Part (background)]
If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and just keep them for you.
If I could just purge all the urges that I have and keep them for you.
If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and just keep them for you.
If I could just purge all the urges that I have and keep them for you.
If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and just keep them for you.
(I keep it locked right now)
If I could just purge all the urges that I have and just keep them for you.
(I keep it locked right now)
If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and just keep them for you.
I need her
If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and just keep them for you.
If I could just purge all the urges that I have and keep them for you.
(I keep it locked right now)
If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and just keep them for you.
I really don't know what to do if my body should want to.
What I want.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Taste
Will you find my
Will you find my
Will you find my
Will you find my
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Would I complete myself without the things I like around?
Does the music that I make play on my awkward face?
Do you appreciate the subtleties of taste, bud?
My friend and me were having a laugh
In a living room filled with arts and crafts
He said "I like their clothes and their china plates
But what I really want is a simple place
With no flashy clothes 'cause you can't eat those"
Only Ma'd pretend to like the clothes she showed to me
Something in my heart can tell me it's a weakness
And maybe you would have more luck playing those tasty games
But me, I called and called and never heard from her again
It'd sure feel good to share our favorite things
I'll keep an open mind if you let me in
Don't let your temper rise, don't get a bitter face
Try not to judge me on my kind of taste
And don't go changing clothes when they don't like yours
Is it best we share our taste?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Will you find my
Will you find my
Will you find my
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Would I complete myself without the things I like around?
Does the music that I make play on my awkward face?
Do you appreciate the subtleties of taste, bud?
My friend and me were having a laugh
In a living room filled with arts and crafts
He said "I like their clothes and their china plates
But what I really want is a simple place
With no flashy clothes 'cause you can't eat those"
Only Ma'd pretend to like the clothes she showed to me
Something in my heart can tell me it's a weakness
And maybe you would have more luck playing those tasty games
But me, I called and called and never heard from her again
It'd sure feel good to share our favorite things
I'll keep an open mind if you let me in
Don't let your temper rise, don't get a bitter face
Try not to judge me on my kind of taste
And don't go changing clothes when they don't like yours
Is it best we share our taste?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Writer: Brian Ross Weitz, Noah Benjamin Lennox
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Lion In A Coma
When all this mess will ever get away
Away they part from Chinatown
Weaving in and out of line
Sidewalk's full of merchandise
My nervous tick has capped a lip
My cheeks are chewed down to the bit
Upon the roof is stealing at
The hustling crowds still reach down
I go up there and light a leaf
And wish our turn was not so brief
I'm paler than a summer blouse
That's packed inside a haunted house
I packed my bags and feel the family here is cropped by many hands
That dig and plant me for the spring, come dig me out my lucid brain
This wilderness up in my head
This wilderness that's up in my head
This wilderness needs to get right out of my clothes and get into my bedroom
Is there no reason it can be
The way it was musically
My three best friends so casually
Just letting go so joyfully
And if I let my wrist get tired
And if I let my spirit cry out
I'll always be happy or down
Is it just trying to divide?
It makes me think my dearest things
Are not what they're supposed to be
I trick myself when it gets hard
I've got to keep up, oh my god
And hope that I will not be wrong
And keep my faith in sound and song
I'm blooming but my roots
Reminds me not to leave them back in time
This wilderness up in my head,
This wilderness that's up in my head,
This wilderness needs to get right out of my clothes and get into my bedroom
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma, do do do do
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma, do do do do
Sometimes the sun will shine, yes I am just feelin' fine
Sometimes I'm not aware where I am or what I care
Sometimes I'm well-to-do but I don't know what to do
Sometimes I don't agree with my thoughts on being free
Please don't leave me
Things that feel good,
I've been lucky trying to feel good
Sometimes the sun will shine, yes I am just feelin' fine
Sometimes I'm not aware where I am or what I care
Sometimes I'm well-to-do but I don't know what to do
Sometimes I don't agree with my thoughts on being free
Please don't leave me
Things that feel good
I've been lucky trying to feel good
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to smell the fine aroma
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to run again at home
A lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to use his aching bones
A lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Don't keep a lion in a coma
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to smell the fine aroma
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to use his aching bones
A lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to run again at home
A lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Don't keep a lion in a coma
Away they part from Chinatown
Weaving in and out of line
Sidewalk's full of merchandise
My nervous tick has capped a lip
My cheeks are chewed down to the bit
Upon the roof is stealing at
The hustling crowds still reach down
I go up there and light a leaf
And wish our turn was not so brief
I'm paler than a summer blouse
That's packed inside a haunted house
I packed my bags and feel the family here is cropped by many hands
That dig and plant me for the spring, come dig me out my lucid brain
This wilderness up in my head
This wilderness that's up in my head
This wilderness needs to get right out of my clothes and get into my bedroom
Is there no reason it can be
The way it was musically
My three best friends so casually
Just letting go so joyfully
And if I let my wrist get tired
And if I let my spirit cry out
I'll always be happy or down
Is it just trying to divide?
It makes me think my dearest things
Are not what they're supposed to be
I trick myself when it gets hard
I've got to keep up, oh my god
And hope that I will not be wrong
And keep my faith in sound and song
I'm blooming but my roots
Reminds me not to leave them back in time
This wilderness up in my head,
This wilderness that's up in my head,
This wilderness needs to get right out of my clothes and get into my bedroom
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma, do do do do
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma, do do do do
Sometimes the sun will shine, yes I am just feelin' fine
Sometimes I'm not aware where I am or what I care
Sometimes I'm well-to-do but I don't know what to do
Sometimes I don't agree with my thoughts on being free
Please don't leave me
Things that feel good,
I've been lucky trying to feel good
Sometimes the sun will shine, yes I am just feelin' fine
Sometimes I'm not aware where I am or what I care
Sometimes I'm well-to-do but I don't know what to do
Sometimes I don't agree with my thoughts on being free
Please don't leave me
Things that feel good
I've been lucky trying to feel good
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to smell the fine aroma
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to run again at home
A lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to use his aching bones
A lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Don't keep a lion in a coma
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to smell the fine aroma
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to use his aching bones
A lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to run again at home
A lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Don't keep a lion in a coma
Writer: Brian Ross Weitz, David Michael Portner, Lathozi Mpahleni, Noah Benjamin Lennox
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
No More Runnin
No more runnin
Says my mind
All this movement has just proved
Your kisses are too fine
All the harmony
That I'd seen
Friends I once had turn their thoughts
Away from me
No more runnin
I've got to breathe
On back porches with the torch of a
Firefly-lit tree
It's what I'd hoped for
No more runnin
Well, lock my bones and
Trip my feet
Tell them, find a place to be
Stick like candy
In your teeth
Will you lose your faith in me?
No more runnin
Says my mind
All this movement has just proved
Your kisses hard to find
It's what I'd hoped for
No more runnin
Says my mind
All this movement has just proved
Your kisses are too fine
All the harmony
That I'd seen
Friends I once had turn their thoughts
Away from me
No more runnin
I've got to breathe
On back porches with the torch of a
Firefly-lit tree
It's what I'd hoped for
No more runnin
Well, lock my bones and
Trip my feet
Tell them, find a place to be
Stick like candy
In your teeth
Will you lose your faith in me?
No more runnin
Says my mind
All this movement has just proved
Your kisses hard to find
It's what I'd hoped for
No more runnin
Writer: Brian Ross Weitz, David Michael Portner, Noah Benjamin Lennox
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Brother Sport
Open up your
Open up your
Open up your throat
And let all of that time
All of that time
All of that time
All of that time go
I know it sucks that Daddy's done
But try to think of what you want
You've got to open up your
Open up your
Open up your throat
Matt!
Support your brother
[Avey in background:] Sport brother
You've got his way and what he said
To help you shape the way you play
You've got to get rid of the more
Conservative habits of your mind
[Avey in background:] "You've got to have a real good time"
Woo!
Matt!
You're halfway to fully grown
You've got a real good shot
No help to hold inside
Give a real
Give a real shout out
Matt!
Open up your
Open up your throat
And let all of that time
All of that time
All of that time
All of that time go
I know it sucks that Daddy's done
But try to think of what you want
You've got to open up your
Open up your
Open up your throat
Matt!
Support your brother
[Avey in background:] Sport brother
You've got his way and what he said
To help you shape the way you play
You've got to get rid of the more
Conservative habits of your mind
[Avey in background:] "You've got to have a real good time"
Woo!
Matt!
You're halfway to fully grown
You've got a real good shot
No help to hold inside
Give a real
Give a real shout out
Matt!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Merriweather Post Pavilion is the eighth studio album by American experimental pop group Animal Collective, released on January 6, 2009, through Domino Records. The group recorded the album as a trio featuring members Panda Bear (Noah Lennox), Avey Tare (Dave Portner) and Geologist (Brian Weitz), with co-production by Ben H. Allen. It is titled after the Maryland venue of the same name, where Portner and Weitz attended concerts in their youth.
Merriweather Post Pavilion saw the band continue to explore the electronica-based sound of their previous album Strawberry Jam, but favours a lusher, multi-layered production style compared to its predecessor. Drawing sonically from Panda Bear's 2007 solo album Person Pitch, and working largely without guitars, the band made extensive use of samplers and synthesizers as primary instruments, as well as prominent reverb. The band also installed PA systems in the studio in an attempt to replicate the energy of their live shows.
The album peaked at No. 13 on the Billboard 200 and No. 2 on the US Top Independent Albums charts. According to review aggregate site Metacritic, Merriweather was the most critically acclaimed album of 2009, and went on to sell over 200,000 copies by 2012. It spawned the singles "My Girls" (named the Best Song of 2009 by Pitchfork and Slant Magazine), "Summertime Clothes", and "Brother Sport". The album's reverb-heavy psychedelic pop sound would exert a wide influence on music of the subsequent decade.
Genre(s):
Psychedelic pop, electronic pop, synth-pop, neo-psychedelia, indie, avant-pop Merriweather Post Pavilion saw the band continue to explore the electronica-based sound of their previous album Strawberry Jam, but favours a lusher, multi-layered production style compared to its predecessor. Drawing sonically from Panda Bear's 2007 solo album Person Pitch, and working largely without guitars, the band made extensive use of samplers and synthesizers as primary instruments, as well as prominent reverb. The band also installed PA systems in the studio in an attempt to replicate the energy of their live shows.
The album peaked at No. 13 on the Billboard 200 and No. 2 on the US Top Independent Albums charts. According to review aggregate site Metacritic, Merriweather was the most critically acclaimed album of 2009, and went on to sell over 200,000 copies by 2012. It spawned the singles "My Girls" (named the Best Song of 2009 by Pitchfork and Slant Magazine), "Summertime Clothes", and "Brother Sport". The album's reverb-heavy psychedelic pop sound would exert a wide influence on music of the subsequent decade.
Producer(s): Animal Collective, Ben H. Allen
Length: 54:45
Released: January 6th, 2009
Year: 2009