Lyrics: Song For Myla Goldberg
Artist: The Decemberists
Album: Her Majesty
Song: Song For Myla Goldberg
Released: 2003
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Song For Myla Goldberg lyrics
Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow
Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
Pretty hands do pretty things when pretty times arrive
Seraphim in seaweed swim where stick-limbed Myla lies
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza
We begin with sticky shins, make sticky then our shoes
Shoes beget to clothes and hat 'til sticky's sticking too
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula
Listen in as shin-kicked Jim relates his story sad
'Bout a boy who kicked until his shins were all but rubber bands
But now I know New York, I need New York, I know I need unique New York
I know New York, I need New York, I know I need unique New York
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza
Eliza, Eliza
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around
Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
Pretty hands do pretty things when pretty times arrive
Seraphim in seaweed swim where stick-limbed Myla lies
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza
We begin with sticky shins, make sticky then our shoes
Shoes beget to clothes and hat 'til sticky's sticking too
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula
Listen in as shin-kicked Jim relates his story sad
'Bout a boy who kicked until his shins were all but rubber bands
But now I know New York, I need New York, I know I need unique New York
I know New York, I need New York, I know I need unique New York
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza
Eliza, Eliza
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around
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