Showing posts with label new pornographers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new pornographers. Show all posts

Sunday, March 8, 2009

The New Pornographers: Jackie, Dressed in Cobras



Look, we've seen this kind of thing before
Jackie threats with cobras at the door
don't live your life inside a narrow filled with glances
New York City find your chances
yes you've had 'em
yes you've had 'em
yes you've had 'em

on a train devouring the land
there's a kid going insane over her man
insane over her man
insane over her

look, we've seen this kind of thing before
four kids hanging from the reference door
and if he hollers let him out
cause he's gonna shout
something in the way she moves
just shouldn't be allowed

left on the jungle floor
Jackie's dressed in cobras
givin me ideas
what I really need now is ideas

look, we've seen this kind of thing before
vampires flown across the ballroom floor
mistake his blood-lust feast for dancin
New York City find your chances
yes you've had 'em
yes you've had 'em
yes you've had 'em

on a train devouring the land
there's a kid going insane over her man
insane over her man
insane over her

on a train devouring the land
there's a kid going insane over her man
insane over her man
insane over her

on a train devouring the land
there's a kid going insane over her man
insane over her man
insane over her

left on the jungle floor
Jackie's dressed in cobras

left on the jungle floor
Jackie's dressed in cobras

left on the jungle floor
Jackie's dressed in cobras

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The New Pornographers: Myriad Harbour



I took a plane
I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)

I said to Carl
Look up for once
(See just how the sun sets in the sky)

I said to Jon
Do you think the girls here
(Ever wonder how they got so pretty?)
Oh well I do

Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour

All the boys
With their home-made microphones
(Have very interesting sounds)

All the girls falling to ruin
Dropping out of school, breakin' daddy's heart
(Just to hang around)

I walked into the local record store
And asked for an American music anthology
It sounds fun
They taught my sketches (?)
Stuck 'em on the walls of PS1

I took a plane
I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)

Stranded at Bleeker and Broadway
Looking for something to do

Someone somewhere asked me is there anything in particular I can help you with?
(All I ever want to help with was you)

Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour

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