Decemberists. 5 Songs. I Don't Mind. Zeneszám

Truly with his thorn in your side
And you don't know why
Julie dips her toe in the tide
And you don't know why

No, she don't know why
She got all dolled up for a suicide
And when the stage lights dimmed on the fading scrim
It was morning before the cheering died
Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind?

King George in imperial robe and a lazy eye
knelt down as the semaphore
Broke on his tawdry bride
But we don't know why

He got all stressed out on the motherland
With his TV sets and his fighter jets
And the royal ubiquitous handycam
Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind?

So, here's you with your mom on your back
Going into the woods
She's so proud that you're staying on track
Like a good son should

But you don't know why you got
All choked up when you said goodbye
And you can hear her still when the nights are still
All crying out for calamine
Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind?
Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind?