Destroyer – Bay of Pigs (Detail) Lyrics
Listen, I’ve been drinking, as our house lies in ruin. I don’t
Know what I’m doing: alone, in the dark, at the park or at the
Pier, watching ships disappear in the rain
The world’s just bones. The world is black stones dressed up
In the rain with no place to go but home, just like Nancy! On a
Night like this, why, she’s pro stars!
Pro sky!
All lit up and sick of fighting beneath the diseased lighting of
The discotheque at night, it don’t mean a thing, it never means a
Thing, it don’t mean a thing, it never means a thing. It’s got that
Swing…
I’ve seen it all… I’ve seen it all. Magnolia’s a girl. Her heart’s
Made of wood
As apocalypses go, that’s pretty good, sha la la, wouldn’t you say?
Please remove your spurs. Come to think of it, remove your
Antlers. Haven’t seen
You for ages. I still fly into rages at the mention of your name:
Christine White!
I think about you often, off in the desert, laughing your head off
In the forests
Of the night. Say a prayer for the light…
So now I live well. I live in the mine. I’m still slinging mud
At the towers all the time. I took a walk… And threw up in an
English garden…
I was born in the north, but my father’s from the south. Love is a
Political beast with jaws for a mouth, I don’t care. You’re upset
And have every right to be. Regretfully you decline. Every night
Was a waste of time. Every night, every night, every night…
You were on the side of good. I was inside of the sea’s guts: a
Crumbling beauty trapped in a river of ice. A crumbling beauty
Trapped in paradise. Oh yes
It was paradise!
The tide comes in and the tide goes out again. I suppose this is
The kind of thing
We see every day. The tide comes in; the tide goes away. Oh, the
Tide comes in
Yeah the tide! Yes, the tide…
A ransom note written on the night sky above reminds me
What, in particular, about this wine I love. Like a punctured
Beast better off dead, compliments going
To my head… la da da la da da!
And speaking of my mind, the sunflower. And speaking of a
World turning sour
On you. I was 20 years old in 1992. I was bathed in golden
Sunlight, alright!!
I was ripped on dope, you were a ray of sunshine. I was a
Hopeless romantic
You were swine. You got to spend money to make money. You got
To stop calling
Me “honey”…
Oh world!, you fucking explosion that turns us around. The
Searchlight slumps over, it’s so sick of the night and the kids on
The boats, busted in the shipyard, going down down down down
Down down down…
You travel light, all night, every night, to arrive at the
Conclusion of the world’s inutterable secret… And you shut your
Mouth…
I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it all…
Free and easy, gentle, gentle… The wind through the trees
Makes you mental
For me… Nancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud…
Know what I’m doing: alone, in the dark, at the park or at the
Pier, watching ships disappear in the rain
The world’s just bones. The world is black stones dressed up
In the rain with no place to go but home, just like Nancy! On a
Night like this, why, she’s pro stars!
Pro sky!
All lit up and sick of fighting beneath the diseased lighting of
The discotheque at night, it don’t mean a thing, it never means a
Thing, it don’t mean a thing, it never means a thing. It’s got that
Swing…
I’ve seen it all… I’ve seen it all. Magnolia’s a girl. Her heart’s
Made of wood
As apocalypses go, that’s pretty good, sha la la, wouldn’t you say?
Please remove your spurs. Come to think of it, remove your
Antlers. Haven’t seen
You for ages. I still fly into rages at the mention of your name:
Christine White!
I think about you often, off in the desert, laughing your head off
In the forests
Of the night. Say a prayer for the light…
So now I live well. I live in the mine. I’m still slinging mud
At the towers all the time. I took a walk… And threw up in an
English garden…
I was born in the north, but my father’s from the south. Love is a
Political beast with jaws for a mouth, I don’t care. You’re upset
And have every right to be. Regretfully you decline. Every night
Was a waste of time. Every night, every night, every night…
You were on the side of good. I was inside of the sea’s guts: a
Crumbling beauty trapped in a river of ice. A crumbling beauty
Trapped in paradise. Oh yes
It was paradise!
The tide comes in and the tide goes out again. I suppose this is
The kind of thing
We see every day. The tide comes in; the tide goes away. Oh, the
Tide comes in
Yeah the tide! Yes, the tide…
A ransom note written on the night sky above reminds me
What, in particular, about this wine I love. Like a punctured
Beast better off dead, compliments going
To my head… la da da la da da!
And speaking of my mind, the sunflower. And speaking of a
World turning sour
On you. I was 20 years old in 1992. I was bathed in golden
Sunlight, alright!!
I was ripped on dope, you were a ray of sunshine. I was a
Hopeless romantic
You were swine. You got to spend money to make money. You got
To stop calling
Me “honey”…
Oh world!, you fucking explosion that turns us around. The
Searchlight slumps over, it’s so sick of the night and the kids on
The boats, busted in the shipyard, going down down down down
Down down down…
You travel light, all night, every night, to arrive at the
Conclusion of the world’s inutterable secret… And you shut your
Mouth…
I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it all…
Free and easy, gentle, gentle… The wind through the trees
Makes you mental
For me… Nancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud…
