The Decemberists

Oceanside

The Decemberists


Sweet Anabelle...
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down
'til she's fast...
And sleeping
Oh well
I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well
Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell

I'm on track and keeping
But oh
If I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide...
It'd be heavenly
Oh...
If I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lolling shores
To get you oceanside.

Oceanside
Oceanside

At Rising tide
You're looking fresher than a July bride
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized.
The field is right for reaping
Oh well
I guess I'm something of a neer-do-well
(Even though that's something I could never do well)
I'm on track and keeping
But oh
If I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide...
It'd be heavenly
Oh...
If I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lolling shores
To get you oceanside.

Oceanside
Oceanside

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