Vampire Weekend

An ancient business, a modern piece of glass work
Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing
The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion
The holy motor corporation is giving its permission

A little stairway, a little piece of carpet
A pair of mirrors that are facing one another
Out in both directions a thousand little Julia's
That come together in the middle of Manhattan

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

Around the corner, the house that modern art built
I ask for modern art to keep it out the closets
The people who might own it, the sins of pride and envy
And on the second floor the Richard Serra Skate Park

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

Sit on the park wall, ask all the right questions
While all the horses racin' taxis in the winter
Look up at the buildings imagine who might live there
Imagining your Wolford's in a ball upon the sink there

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

An ancient business, a modern piece of glass work
Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing
The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion
The holy motor corporation is giving its permission

A little stairway, a little piece of carpet
A pair of mirrors that are facing one another
Out in both directions a thousand little Julia's
That come together in the middle of Manhattan

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

Around the corner, the house that modern art built
I ask for modern art to keep it out the closets
The people who might own it, the sins of pride and envy
And on the second floor the Richard Serra Skate Park

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

Sit on the park wall, ask all the right questions
While all the horses racin' taxis in the winter
Look up at the buildings imagine who might live there
Imagining your Wolford's in a ball upon the sink there

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

An ancient business, a modern piece of glass work
Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing
The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion
The holy motor corporation is giving its permission

A little stairway, a little piece of carpet
A pair of mirrors that are facing one another
Out in both directions a thousand little Julia's
That come together in the middle of Manhattan

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

Around the corner, the house that modern art built
I ask for modern art to keep it out the closets
The people who might own it, the sins of pride and envy
And on the second floor the Richard Serra Skate Park

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

Sit on the park wall, ask all the right questions
While all the horses racin' taxis in the winter
Look up at the buildings imagine who might live there
Imagining your Wolford's in a ball upon the sink there

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

An ancient business, a modern piece of glass work
Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing
The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion
The holy motor corporation is giving its permission

A little stairway, a little piece of carpet
A pair of mirrors that are facing one another
Out in both directions a thousand little Julia's
That come together in the middle of Manhattan

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

Around the corner, the house that modern art built
I ask for modern art to keep it out the closets
The people who might own it, the sins of pride and envy
And on the second floor the Richard Serra Skate Park

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

Sit on the park wall, ask all the right questions
While all the horses racin' taxis in the winter
Look up at the buildings imagine who might live there
Imagining your Wolford's in a ball upon the sink there

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

I had a feeling once
That you and I
Could tell each other everything
For two months
But even without hope
With truth on our side
When you turn away from me
It's not right

I think you're a Contra
I think you're a Contra
And dear Contra
I think you're a Contra

My revolution thoughts
Live in lies of desire
I wanna trace them to the source
And the wire
But it's not useful now
Since we both made up our minds
You gotta watch out for yourself
So will I

I think you're Contra
I think that you lie
Don't call me Contra
Till you've tried

You wanted good schools
And friends with pools
You're not a Contra
You wanted Rock' n' Roll,
Complete control
Well, I don't know

Never pick sides
Never choose between two
But I just wanted you
Never pick sides
Never choose between two
But I just wanted you

I think you're Contra
I think that you lie
Don't call me Contra
Till you've tried

Last born of the clan
First one to be free
Lived inside a house
Beneath the hanging tree

Londonderry nights
That chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at night
In unforgiving tones

Blood of this men
Was gone beneath snow
He picked up his knife and his bow
Killer of Jonathan Low

Violence from without
And anger from within
Crawling through the fields
Informing next of kin

They all turned their backs
But they all knew his name
And if he could return
They'd probably do the same

Blood of his friends
Was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low

The blood of his friends
Was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low

Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I've seen those English dramas, too, they're cruel
So if there's any other way to spell the word
It's fine with me, with me

Why would you speak to me that way?
Especially when I always said
That I haven't got the words for you
All your diction, dripping with disdain
Through the pain, I always tell the truth

Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I climbed to Dharamshala too, I did
I met the highest lama
His accent sounded fine to me, to me

Check your handbook, it's no trick
Take the chapstick, put it on your lips
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Know your boyfriend, unlike other guys

Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about anything at all?
First the window, then it's through the wall
Li'l Jon, he always tells the truth

Check your passport, it's no trick
Take the chapstick, put it on your lips
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Know your butler, unlike other guys

Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about anything at all?
First the window, then it's through the wall

Why would you tape my conversations?
Show your paintings at the United Nations
Li'l Jon, he always tells the truth

Johanna drove slowly into the city
The Hudson River all filled with snow
She spied the ring on His Honor's finger, oh oh oh

A thousand years in one piece of silver
She took it from his lily white hand
Showed no fear, she'd seen the thing
In the Young Men's Wing at Sloan-Kettering

Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh
Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh
Ay ay ay ay! Ay ay ay!

His Honor drove southward seeking exotica
Down to the Pueblo huts of New Mexico
Cut his teeth on turquoise harmonicas, oh oh oh

I saw Johanna down in the subway
She took an apartment in Washington Heights
Half of the ring lies here with me
But the other half's at the bottom of the sea

Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh
Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh
Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh
Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh
Ay ay ay ay! Ay ay ay!

It's going to take a little time
While you're waiting like a factory line
I'll ride across the park
Backseat on the 79

Wasted days you've come to pass

So go, I know you would not stay
It wasn't true, but anyway
Pollination yellow cab

Woah, woah

You walk up the stairs
See the French kids by the door
Up one more flight
See the Buddha on the second floor

Coronation rickshaw grab

So go, I know you would not stay
It wasn't true, but anyway
Racist dreams you should not have

No excuse to be so callous
Dress yourself in bleeding Madras
Charm your way across the Khyber Pass

Stay awake to break the habit
Sing in praise of Jackson Crowther
Watch your step along the arch of

No excuse to be so callous
Dress yourself in bleeding Madras
Charm your way across the Khyber Pass

Stay awake to break the habit
Sing in praise of Jackson Crowther
Watch your step along the arch of glass

I wake up, my shoulder's cold, I've got to leave you
Before I go I pull my shirt on, walk out the door
Drag my feet along the floor
I pull my shirt on, walk out the door
Drag my feet along the floor

Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus
Cruel professor, studying romances

How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?

Walked to class in front of ya
Spilled kefir on your keffiyah
You look inside and turn to the door
Drag your feet along the floor

Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus
Cruel professor, studying romances

How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?

In the afternoon
You're out on the stone and grass
And I'm sleeping on the balcony
After class

In the afternoon
You're out on the stone and grass
And I'm sleeping on the balcony
After class

In the afternoon
You're out on the stone and grass
And I'm sleeping on the balcony
After class

In the afternoon
You're out on the stone and grass
And I'm sleeping on the balcony
After class

Ion displacement won't work in the basement
Especially, when I'm not with you
Here in the heartland, a feeling so startling
I don't what I should do

Oh Bryn, you see through the dark
Right past the fireflies that sleep in my heart
You know, it's easy to see
Wait for the season to come back to me

Lights by the ocean
A westerly motion that moves California to sea
Eyes like a seagull
No Kansas born beetle could ever come close to that free

Oh Bryn, you see through the dark
Right past the fireflies that feed in my heart
You know, it's easy to see
Wait for the season to come back to me

Occident out on the weekend
That's the way that we relax

English Breakfast tastes like Darjeeling
But she's too cute to even ask

Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face)

Nastiness will cause your doom
Turn and walk back to your room

The precedent's already set now
You spend a week in Old San Juan

Spanish brownstone with chairs of leather
And Spanish waves to roll along

Majesty's not overheard
Cryptographs can't stand the word

Oh your collegiate grief has left you dowdy in sweatshirts
Absolute horror!












가사입력NAKMUSE

You've been checking on my facts
And I admit I have been lax
In double-screening what I say
It wasn't funny anyway

I stand corrected
I stand corrected

No one cares when you are wrong
But I've been at this far too long
To act like that when we should be
In perfect harmony

I stand corrected
I, oh, I stand corrected

Lord knows I haven't tried
I'll take my stand one last time
Forget the protocol
I'll take your hand right in mine

I stand corrected
I, oh, I stand corrected

Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?
Out of Cape Cod tonight?

Walcott, mystic seaport is that way
Don't you know that your life could be lost?
Out of Cape Cod tonight

Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?
Out of Cape Cod tonight?

Walcott, 'The Bottleneck' is a shit show
Hyannisport is a ghetto
Out of Cape Cod tonight

The lobster's claw is sharp as knives
Evil feasts on human lives
The holy Roman empire roots for you

Walcott, all the way to New Jersey
All the way to The Garden State
Out of Cape Cod tonight

Walcott, fuck the women from Wellfleet
Fuck the bears out in Provincetown
Heed my words and take flight

Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?
Out of Cape Cod tonight?

Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?
Out of Cape Cod tonight?

Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?
Out of Cape Cod tonight?

Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?
Out of Cape Cod tonight?

I see a Mansard Roof through the trees,
I see a salty message written in the eves,
The ground beneath my feet
we are garbage and concrete,
And now the tops of buildings
I can see them too!

I see a Mansard Roof through the trees,
I see a salty message written in the eves,
The ground beneath my feet,
we are garbage and concrete,
And now the tops of buildings
I can see them too!

The Argentines collapse in defeat,
The admiralty surveys the remnants of the fleet,
The ground beneath their feet
Is a nautically map sheet
as thin as paper
while it slips away from you