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La Rapet
Animal Collective Lyrics


Watch the scene bend as my white face cut the skies like daggers
Face you towards the wall, you can't function but
You move a hobby
Reaching to the whore, step around the leash, to find the lobby
It seems you've locked the door
See an angel and you lose your body
My god,
It's an angel
It's an angel
It's an angel
We had a date, at least I'm not a porn sleaze
Isabelle, Isabelle, can't you hear me I can't tell
They're in the room, like in the first job
Hold me dear, hold me dear, can't you feel they're touched you're in
They'd return to throne, let them serve in battle
Hands devoured!
Take them back their homes, let their minds go where
There flights can't take them!
Please you've got two birds, so I highly choose
In the basement!
Get out light the match, if there's angel shadows on the ceiling
My god
It's an angel!
It's an angel!
It's an angel!
Don't have a room, each one's with a prior
Isabelle, Isabelle, we're not talking you're not well
Well likes it goes, it's just they can't hang there
Take them in, save them in, can't you see we're on to plan
On to plan
There've been sadder days (sadder days)
Angels (what?)
Sadder days, the angels, (meh, friggin' angels)
Starting, to rotting, and knotting pretty angels
They're starting, to rotting, and nodding pretty angels
They're starting, to rotting, and nodding pretty angels
They're starting, to rotting, and nodding pretty angels
Pretty angels
Grab the bitches throat
Then she'll see the light
To leave the shudder
Please shed up the dog, we don't want them chasing
We, fat chance
Break me off a piece, for there's an angel with
A hand that's open
Like not angel to eat, said the lady to
The ground, he then ate him
Some Christ pie
It's the angel
It's your angel
Your angel
How did they get cloned we've seen all your plant seeds
Isabelle, Isabelle, you're not with me when I plant
What about that pie, such is all that I know
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's just you're not on to the plan, on to the plan
Some peoples eyes are too itsy bitsy I'm so sorry
French braids will crack a window and the wind might say
The birds are callin' for you please don't follow

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Swift Genes

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It's what you see in men, does my rugged face cut scars like daggers
Faces on the wall, we can't touch you but you move our hobby
Reach into the hall, step around the feast and find the lobby
Open up the door, see an angel and you'll lose your body

My body...
Her angel...

Picking out a name, stretching out on your sheets
Isabelle, Isabelle, can't you hear me I can't tell
Is the devil in the room, is he hiding in the first drawer
Hold me dear, hold me dear, can't you feel me touch your ear

Meat was on the bone, but the children huddled and devoured
Keep them in the home, let their minds go where their bikes can't take them
Flinching finds me first, so I'll hide 'til she is in the basement
When I light the match, touching angels shadows on the ceiling

Racing 'round the room, your forehead is on fire
Isabelle, Isabelle they're all talking you're not well
Looking like a ghost doctors shaking their heads
Say my name, say my name can't you see that I'm to blame

(There have been sadder days...)
Starting to rot in their mind, pretty angel


Grab the preachers throat, can't you see the light within the shutters
Who set up the ball, don't you see your dancing frees my chances
Put me on my feet, there's an angel with a hand thats open
Write my name in ink, send a letter to the ground and beg him

Folding all your clothes, changing all your bed sheets
Isabelle, Isabelle, you're not with me where I dwell
Drinking from your glass, smash it on the pyre
It's a shame, it's a shame don't you see me, I'm to blame

Some people's lives awake to itsy-bitsy I'm-so-sorry's
The branch breaks, you crack a window and the wind might say

"The birds are calling for you please don't follow..."

Jonboy competa

Great

concars1234

They say that poetry can only be designated as such by other people, and not by the author for himself. I declare this is poetry of a very fine rank.

Fattened Dessert

this is in fact music

concars1234

There've been sadder days
awww the angel

concars1234

isabelle isabelle can you hear me i cant tell