Let's All March Back Into the Sea, by The Liptonians (2024)

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She’s got her shoes covered up with a plastic wrapTied at the top, a little red boot shower capElevated cane in the rain on a folded armSunny shades deflect the spitting carsHer flowered dress certainly the 70’s impression Of a wild field curtain that you’d run into in photo albumsWaiting for eleven undeniably respecting The advisable protection for the weather we’ve been havingAlrightSidewalks raise a glassTo all the winters pastTo the wrinkles and the cracks from all the feetAnd sprout up little weedsDandy yellow trees The misunderstood forgetful dreamersA bouquet of lost puzzle pieces, that just won’t fit inSlick back, coffee blackWith a pin stripe walk and a cigarette cough attackTop floor. Office. Lap.Its only the pigeons see him popping that bubble wrapSidewalks raise a glassTo all the winters pastTo the wrinkles and the cracks from all the feetAnd sprout up little weedsDandy yellow trees The misunderstood forgetful dreamersA bouquet of jagged puzzle pieces, that just won’t fit in

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Hey! Hey! Help is on its way now!Hey! Hey! Help is on its way now!You've seen the clouds (hey hey hey)The crackling sound of the locusts swarmingAnd at the edge of town (hey hey hey)It seems the waves are already formingThe television's speaking'Bout the muddy water creepingCloser to the peakOf the levyAnd while we rest our headsThe water's lapping at our bedsIt's coming through the ventsAre you ready?We've tapped the ground (hey hey hey)We needled in till the vein stopped flowingAnd with the crowd (hey hey hey)A hazy hope that we'll wake next morningThe television's speaking'Bout the muddy water creepingCloser to the peakOf the levyAnd while we rest our headsThe water's lapping at our bedsIt's coming through the ventsAre you ready?Hey! Hey! Help is on its way now!Hey! Hey! Help is on its way now!

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I’m growing old in the cityAll the birds are running scaredBut I am sitting prettyOn the fence that they once hadAnd oh, oh, oh!Oh the dirt! Oh the piss! Oh the sweat! Oh the blood!Oh! Oh!Is coming outCalled the police departmentAbout the poison airThat's filling our apartmentAnd crawling up the stairsAnd oh, oh, oh!My lungs are caving inAnd oh, oh oh! We breathe it outI’m growing old in the cityEvery light a yellow dareThat flickers round my bodyAnd begs to strip us bareAnd oh, oh, oh!All the greed, all the lust, all the grit, all the rustOh! Oh!Is seeping out

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The ship was once full, I guessWith dry leaves and cigarettesWaiting for sparks fromThe mouths of the sailor boysWith brown teeth and cheap decoysLiving in parallel livesThe wind blew the salt to eyesBlinding old alibis Of dolphins and mermaidsWho swam around topless With daggers in pocketsFor hearts when too tired to fightOh, the stops and the startsOh, the privatest partsSwimming down underWith no loot to plunderBut shipwrecked soulsGone too far from their shantiesBuilt with home-hearted fir treesAnd sh*t-bricks and tenuous liesCome swim in my oceanFilled with crude oil and potionsTo help you forgetAnd we'll sink deep togetherIn seaweedy tethersFor lusty injections and crimesOh, you delicate heartsOh, this deceptive artGrab rope lengths and hatchetsAnd bulletproof jackets – you're dead!Swim with your swollen feetTo love-making coral reef bedsStop with the stallingThe beauties are calling you downCome on you ocean boysMake your own drowning noise now!

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Tasty and succulent Your precious metals – they supplement Every begotten pulse Abbreviated, they do convulse Ooo, Ahh – your supple mind You're packing heavy and running blind Let it out, no saving face No anesthetic to numb the taste All is mine The gentleman inside Drunk with wine And out with Mr. Hyde Loosen up, deplore the grace Of perfect swimmers in a social race Here and there, a nasty glance Their peeking petals, their song and dance All is mine The gentleman inside Drink with wine And ready for the night Cold and dirty Wooden gurney On the rocks, your finest whisky White and pasty Little lady Flitter, flap and fling our innards 'round Cold and dirty Wooden gurney On the rocks, your finest whisky White and pasty Little lady As of lately it's been hasty

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Lovers of the nightSmoking smothered lips of sinWe're young and ripeCome on down and let us inProsthetic lightsFlash in dirty harmoniesWe'll be alrightIf we sing along with thesePollinate the pores of the rushing roomFlavorless, repeating shrouded tombsAre calling you outSaltwater dropsTimid, cozy, veiled fearIt's too late to stopNo more looking in the mirrorAnd if we make it till we're oldAll we'll have left are battered soulsThey'll be calling out

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There's ghosts – ghosts in my gardenThey flost – float through the carrotsAnd I know they're not here to haunt meBut they glow – and what if they burn off my skin?So I – I went to my gardenBetween the onion and radishAnd I found – buried in soilFifty heads of historical figures ghosting aroundBut there's no need to be scaredThey just don't give hugs or comb their hairSo listen close, 'cause they've all got somethingSomething to sayWell Abe Lincoln – he dug my beardAnd John Lennon said my voice a'int half badAnd Jesus was glad I was looking for some sort of truthWell Babe Ruth thought my cap was real bitchin'And Charlie Chaplain said I should try shutting up for onceBut there's no need to be scaredThey just don't give hugs or comb their hairSo listen close, 'cause they've all got somethingSomething to sayWell I felt motivated historicallyFelt real warm and fuzzyAnd stopped wallowing in self-pity with my undead friends

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Lesage will you take me to where I need to be?Will these words flutter softly above your ivory keys?Oh I wonder – are these sounds what you really think of me?Or are they tied up with tightened strings That resonate when hammered with my plea?Lesage, are you counting? Do you have a time in mind?When these chords will be suspended and their resolution tiedOh please tell me! Do these tones make an honest melody?Or are they tonic, poured in silver spoonsThat medicate the cadence of my needs?Ok. Let's have it!You can say whatever is on your mindI think we’d all admitThe truth is always clearer in 4/4 timeLesage will you take me to where I need to be?Ok. Let's have it!You can say whatever is on your mindI think we’d all admitThe truth is always clearer in 4/4 time

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Gonna build a roller coasterYou can ride it when your olderTake it off those pretty buildingsIn the North End and down to Main StreetAnd at the top you can see the cityPoking out from the green canopyThe shiny fingers that grasp at the airThe sweaty palm, that calls you down from thereAnd with the clink clank cars climbingTo the peak on the horizonYou can feel Red River risingThe burning veins of a body dyingAnd to the tune of a roller coasterThe beat gets quicker the water gets thickerYou let that spirit's energy flow all over the groundThe blood of our townSo on our rooftops we will sitOn water slides and developmentsBeneath the surface bolted downAs relics of the abandoned townAnd as the winter closes inThe flooded water hardeningAnd all the children with their skatesEnjoy our frozen cityscapeEnjoy our frozen cityscapeEnjoy our frozen cityscapeEnjoy our frozen city's fate

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Pick up vibrato-filled telephonesAnd spin them aroundUntil you are calling homeClicks carry words through the beating wiresTurning delicate soulsTo wavering monotonesTongues tie the consonants to my earsThat beat on the drumsAnd turn all the creaking gearsThe dial tone will hum us a melodyTill our molecules mergeAnd march back into the seaDon't leave out a word...Sleeping with sweatshirts isn't quite enough to stay warmWe'll have to stay closeWrapped up in these anecdotal weavings you savedTell me everythingWrap it upSend it outHold on tightAnd float into night now