Lake Song è una nuova canzone dei Decemberists, che anticipa il rilascio di What A Terrible World, What A Beautiful World, settimo album in studio della indie folk rock band di Portland, Oregon, che uscirà la seconda metà di gennaio su etichetta Rough Trade, e che farà seguito all’ultimo disco The King Is Dead (2011).
Dopo aver rilasciato il primo singolo Make You Better, lo scorso 1° dicembre il gruppo ha condiviso su Youtube il lyric video che accompagna questa canzone, già suonata dal vivo al Boston Calling il maggio scorso, e dal solo frontman Colin Meloy in occasione del festival CMJun.
Il filmato in bianco e nero è stato diretto dal regista Jason Roark, e mostra la band eseguire il brano in studio mentre in sovrimpressione compare il testo.
Potete vederlo cliccando sull’immagine sottostante dopo la quale potete leggere le parole che compongono la canzone.
Prima di concludere ricordiamo che a marzo, il quintetto si esibirà in Italia per un’unica data live programmata in quel di Milano. Ricordiamo anche la tracklist del nuovo disco:
1 “The Singer Addresses His Audience”
2 “Cavalry Captain”
3 “Philomena”
4 “Make You Better”
5 “Lake Song”
6 “Till The Water Is All Long Gone”
7 “The Wrong Year”
8 “Carolina Low”
9 “Better Not Wake The Baby”
0 “Anti-Summersong”
1 “Easy Come, Easy Go”
2 “Mistral”
3 “12/17/12″
4 “A Beginning Song”
Testo Lake Song – Decemberists (Digital Download)
Down by the lake
We were overturning pebbles
And upending all the animals alight
And I took a drag
From your cigarette and pinched it
‘Tween my finger and my thumb
Till it died
And the sun burned low on the radio
Say that you will
Say you will or will you won’t
Or you whatever you prevaricate
Your whole life, don’t you?
This much I can say:
I would’ve waited till the oceans
Fell Away and all the sunken cities
Would reveal themselves to you
But you won’t, will you?
Because you never do
And the sun burned through
Sweet as honeydew
And I
Seventeen and terminally fey
I wrote it down and threw it all away
Never gave a thought to what I paid
And you
All sibylline, reclining in your pew
You tattered me, you tethered me to you
The things you would and wouldn’t do
To tell the truth I never had a clue
Now we arise
To curse those young suburban villains
And their ill-begotten children from the lawn
Come to me now
And on this station wagon window
Set the ghost of your two footprints
That they might haunt me when you’re gone
And when the light broke dawn
You were forever gone
But I remember you:
You were full
You were full and sweet as honeydew
And I
Seventeen and terminally fey
I wrote it down and threw it all away
And never gave a thought to what I paid
All sibylline, reclining in your pew
You tattered me, you tethered me to you
The things you would and wouldn’t do
You noticed how I never had a clue
Never had a clue
You were full and sweet as honeydew
You were full and sweet as honeydew
