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Something Of A Ne'er Do Well

This is my most recent favorite song:

Oceanside
The Decemberists

Sweet Anabelle
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down
Till she's fast
And sleeping, oh well
I guess I'm something of a ne'er do well
Who fell asleep at the ringing of a steeple bell
I'm on track
And keeping

But oh, if I could only get you oceanside,
to lay your muscles wide,
it'd be heavenly.
And oh, if I could only coax you overboard,
to leave these lolling shores,
to get you 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 nothing but a ne'er 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 oceanside
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.

It reminds me of passions I once had, and passions I wanted but never had, and passions I want but will never have.

All the phases of this moon.

5:37 p.m. - Thursday, Feb. 17, 2005

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