Текст песни Decemberists - Picaresqueties (album)

1. The Bandit Queen
2. Bridges and Balloons
3. Constantinople
4. The Kingdom of Spain

1. The Bandit Queen

Originally tabbed by: Unregistered

As the Sun is sinking low,
And the evening's tucked in tow,
On the horizon, my true love I see-e-e-e-eee.
She ain't fancy, she ain't fine
While her fingers number only nine
She's the belle of the ball of the insurgency.

She's my Bandit Queen, laying beneath the moon
In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two
If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.

BRIDGE

Somewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain
In an alcove hid by some trees
Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure,
My ladylove sniffs at the breeze.
And sitting up, she adjusts her turban
And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
And listening to the whistling of the train in station
N.
Odds are it will never reach its destination.
'Cause the Bandit Queen, astride her steed will ride
Oh, let me be the one to lay within your theivin' arms tonight.

She's my Bandit Queen, laying beneath the moon
In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two
If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.

2. Bridges and Balloons

CAPO 4

We sailed away on a winter's day
With fate as malleable as clay
But ships are fallible, I say
And the nautical, like all things, fades
And I can recall our caravel
A little wicker beetle shell
With four fine maste and lateen sails
Its bearings on Cair Paravel

Oh my love
Oh it was a funny little thing
To be
The ones
To've seen

The sight of bridges and balloons
Makes calm canaries irritable
And they caw and claw all afternoon
Catenaries and dirigibles
Brace and buoy the living room
A loom of metal warp woof wimble
And a thimble's worth of milky moon
Can touch hearts larger than a thimble

Oh my love
Oh it was a funny little thing
To be
The ones
To've seen

Oh my love
It was a funny little thing
Oh it was a funny funny funny little thing

3. Constantinople
Originally tabbed by: aflowerandagun

O the minarets of Constantinople
Are plated gold, ivory, and opal
Their cupolas all onion domed and light.

And the magistrate of Constantinople
Has made a match; his family was hopeful
Their daughter would be promised a wedding night.

But the Sultan's weary bride, she won't be wed tonight
Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie
For far across the town, her lover now is drowned
And painted by the Bosporus in blue
And there's nothing for a broken heart to do.

Down the dirty streets of Constantinople
The beggars weep, their hands all wide open
Their severed leper limbs all swing and sway.

At a windowsill in Constantinople
Our Hero sighs to melodies noteful
And gazes on the walls that hold his love.

But the Sultan's weary bride, she won't be wed tonight
Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie
For far across the town, her lover now is drowned
And painted by the Bosporus in blue
And there's nothing for a broken heart to do.

No, there's nothing for a broken heart to do.
Except cry.

4. The Kingdom of Spain

Originally tabbed by: Unregistered

In the Kingdom of Spain
There are such colors
They defy any name
Like drab and dolor

But oh the King and the Queen of Spain
With their long unpronounceable names
Grace the table at the long lost Kingdom of Spain

In the Kingdom of Light
A lithe young lawyer
Tries a case for 
Her unjustly arrested brother

But oh the King and the Queen of Light
Rule with unbendable might
So it's to the gallows with the long lost Kingdom of Light

BRIDGE

In the Kingdom of Love
Oh, we're all just fodder
As the cannonades drub 
Our sons and daughters

But oh the King and the Queen of Love
In their long white fingerless gloves
Bang the gavel for the long lost Kingdom of Love

Of love
Of love