Picaresque Album by The Decemberists
Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By The Decemberists, Eli, the barrow boy Of the old town Sells coal and marigolds And
By The Decemberists, Four score years living down in this rainswept town see-saw
By The Decemberists, There are angels in your angles. There's a low moon
By The Decemberists, In matching blue raincoats, our shoes were our show boats
By The Decemberists, Sixteen military wives thirty-two softly focused brightly colored eyes. Staring
By The Decemberists, On the lam from the law, on the steps of
By The Decemberists, I'm an engine driver on a long run, on a long run. Would
By The Decemberists, Here she comes in her palanquin on the back of
By The Decemberists, We are two mariners Our ships' sole survivors In this
By The Decemberists, I fell on the playing field The work of an errant
By The Decemberists, Here on these cliffs of Dover So high you can't