Okkervil River is an indie rock band from Austin, Texas. Formed in 1998, the band takes its name from a short story by Russian author Tatyana Tolstaya. They self-released their first album, Stars Too Small to Use, which led them to the South by Southwest music festival. After recording their first album in a garage, they signed with Jagjaguwar. Okkervil River continued by releasing four more albums, including critically lauded concept album... [read more] - On Tour With Zykos
He gets close, but I chokeTake your shit, take your clothesAnd get out of my homeI want you to love meOr I want you long goneYou say your real name is JohnHey, thanks JohnGo sings songs, go rock onRoll your crew on...
- Pop Lie
All sweetly sung and succinctly statedWords and music you calculatedTo make you sing alongWith your stereo onAs you stand in your shorts on your lawnGet completely incorporatedBy some couple who consummatedTheir first...
- Lost Coastlines
Packed and all eyes turned in, no one to see on the quay. No one waving for me just the shoreline receding. Ticket in my hand and thinking wish I didn't hand it in. Cause who said sailing is fine? leaving behind all...
- Blue Tulip
They're waiting to hate youSo give them an excuseThey say that it changed youI know that can't be trueI came in the entrance the makeup girl went throughAnd waited for ages, I waited there for youHats off to my...
- Bruce Wayne Campbell Interviewed On The Roof Of The Chelsea Hotel, 1979
Pull down the shades, lets kill the morningLets kill the morning, let it dieWill your eyes flash out a warningBut they'll be another morning after afternoon and tonight*** long hours sick with singingSick with...
- Calling And Not Calling My Ex
She was once mineThat smile that shines from the glossy magazine that stuck inside the Sunday TimesShe was so sweet on Christmas EveWith the snow set deep, when we went walking through the pinesI had just been fired...
- Starry Stairs
They ask for moreWhat do you think this fan club is for?I slithered up each rose corridorI kept a warm, safe place at my coreBefore I lost itThey ask for bloodWhat do you think this woman's made of?I stuck a small,...
- Singer Songwriter
Your great-grandfather was a great lawyerAnd his kid made a mint off the warYour father shot stills and then directed filmsThat your mom did publicity forI saw your older sis on the year's best book listAnd your...
- Lady Liberty
You can wash out your lying eyes in the bathroom down the hall. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I guess I didn't know you at all. I can picture you inside some stranger's house, inside some stranger's bed - you're...
- Happy Hearts
Why must happy hearts break so hard, leave you curled up in the back seat of a car, staring up at the windshield? When will broken hearts learn how to heal? This boy I knew was five years older than me. His daddy'd...
- Kansas City
The river is deep and the river is wide, and the girl that I love is on the other side. She wants to move to Kansas City: Move, pretty baby, where the sky is so blue. Shes walking down Ellum, turning down Main,...
- Listening To Otis Redding At Home During Christmas
Home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast. On a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost. Take the creche out and argue about who gets to set up the kings. And I know that it's home...
- Okkervil River Song
Down by Okkervil River slow silent thick and black, I stared into the water, and the water it stared back. The night it fell from tangles of the branches on the shore as it had on Okkervil River before. Down by...
- My Bad Days
Dear Mother, we've all got bad days, and I know you'll understand. Where we open up a foreign door with a pair of foreign hands. Where we find ourselves alone at the foot of a pair of foreign stairs. Dear Mother, you...
- Red
Red is my favorite color, red like your mothers eyes after awhile of crying about how you dont love her. She says I know I dont deserve supervised sight of her, but each day becomes a blur without my...
- Dead Dog Song
Sam, bless him, has died and left this home, the woodchucks running wild, the bushes overgrown. Slip unseen into the skein of trees, slide through dusky grasses and scatter his ashes. It's all over, he's never coming...
- Get Big
Once we get to the end of this song, then it will begin again. So you said in our bed. I was watching light slip through blinds to find your skin. So take your medicine and I wont ask where youve been. Live...
- Westfall
Im surrounded, each doorway covered by at least twenty men. And theyre going to take me and throw me in prison. I aint coming back again. When I was younger, handsomer and stronger, I felt like I could do...
- The Velocity Of Saul At The Time Of His Conversion
Loosen the wire, your time has expiredThe only word left is goodbyeIn my new dream the light's shining on melittle needles of sodium unstitch the seams of the skyHold your head higher, the heavenly choirIs settling in...
- It Ends With A Fall
Wish I could rememberWhy it mattered to me.It doesnt matter to me.It doesnt matter to meAnymore.Now that youreFeeling fine,Ill admit that thoughI know its coming down,And see it shattering me- it doesnt...
- Blanket And Crib
Safe, safe - enjoy your time feeling so safe,and treasure that smile on your face, okay?Because time will see that itâ??s replaced in a while.So go on, smile.And handshakes all around: thatâ??s your...
- The War Criminal Rises And Speaks
The heart wants to feel.The heart wants to hold.The heart takes past Subway,past Stop and Shop,past Bealâ??s,and calls it â??coming home.â??The heart wants a trailaway from...
- Seas Too Far To Reach
The ladies in my dream are so obliging.They come on down to do the things I need.Whether skies are calm or cut apart by lightning,theyâ??re always there to minister to me.And at break of dawntheyâ??re...
- Dead Faces
And we have fun â?? we go laughing and runningdown to the water, there by the seawhere the body just floats like a rowboatand the moonâ??s like a harbor light lit in the sky.And this pictureâ??s...
- Yellow
You can only talk so much about thingsthat are never, ever going to happen.My brotherâ??s at home with his dog and his catand his wife is at a friendâ??s.You can only go on so long about feelingsthat...
- You're Untied Again
Untied again, when you were used to being bound in, when you were usually found forgetting the wild wind off the sea. Let wet breaths begin, widen your mouth to suck them in. Theyre coming out above your chin, and...
- No Key, No Plan
When I'm hosed and they're closing in, maybe only then,really, I'll try to get right with myself.So I'll grope down that ladder again, until I'm tumbling -but really, I just want to slide, I want to crash-land.While...
- So Come Back, I Am Waiting
A black sheep boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls. A black sheep boy dissolves in syringe or in shower stall. He says theres plenty of time to make you mine tonight, theres plenty of time to make you...
- For Real
Some nights I thirst for real blood, for real knives, for real cries. And then the flash of steel from real guns in real life really fills my mind. Then I really miss what really did exist when I held your throat so...
- A King And A Queen
If you want to see and be seen, then be seen. Your dress is dark red and your opening eyes are bright green. Make a scene, but dont lie on the bed, laid out like youre dead, because honey, youre murdering me. Be...
- The Latest Toughs
All the latest toughs, youve got to shrug them off or shut them off. With ten-thousand-time-told truths, youve still got to ask for proof. Ask for proof, because if youre dying to be led theyll lead you up the...
- In A Radio Song
Black, black sheep boy, blue-eyed charmer, head hanging with horns from your father - oh, in a cold little mirror you were grown, by a black little wind you were blown, alone, alone, alone. Sad smile on your lips, you...
- Black
Im coming into your town. Night is falling to the ground, but I can still see where you loved yourself before he tore it all down. April 12th, with nobody else around; you were outside the house (wheres your...
- Song Of Our So-Called Friend
Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to you while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your home? Its pretty clear, though you could hear, you truly finally knew, in time, hed tell his tale...
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