Rider Lyrics - I Am Very Far - Okkervil River

Baby's ball is all blood red like flayed pigs 

And silk soft little things 

Fill a house hung from strings 

And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings 

With the other sardines 

Over cities of things mommies need 

Light as gas, and half-assedly free 

Like I was in nineteen ninety three 

Over the ruins like we're staggering apes 

What we get is what we take 

In a split open place where a man can get kinged 

In a palace of panic and flames 

Where nobody gets blamed 

By the tired and broke down and beat 

In sunken gardens where there was a street 

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West over water I rambled and paced 

And the blood river raced 

Like the sweat down my face 

And the stadium roared and the warriors embraced 

And the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes 

And I blazed 

In the last orange hours of the day 

Until the dust hazed and hid us away 

So little baby, be brave 

I see your dad riding over the rise 

His whole cavalcade 

Watch them run on all sides 

And the neon white branches and the carrion fly 

On a congressman's eye 

I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves 

And left under a rock out on Rock- Rockaway Beach 

Beneath the trees 

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I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze 

There's a hole in my throat 

You can note my last wheeze if you need 

And then take hold of the rope 

And down we scream