Okkervil River The war Criminal Rises and Speaks Lyrics:
The heart wants to feel. The heart wants to hold.
The heart takes past Subway, past Stop and Shop,
past Beal's, and calls it "coming home." The
heart wants a trail away from "alone," so the
heart turns a sale into a well-worn milestone
towards hard-won soft furniture, fought-for fast
food, defended end table that holds paperbacks and
back U.S. News. The mind turns an itch into a
bruise, and the hands start to twitch when
they're feeling ill-used. And you're almost
back now, you can see by the signs; from the bank
you tell the temperature and then the time, and
the billboard reads some headlines. The head wants
to turn, to avert both its eyes, but the mind
wants to learn of some truth that might be inside
reported crimes. So they found a lieutenant who
killed a village of kids. After finishing off the
wives, he wiped off his knife and that's what he
did. And they're not claiming that there's any
excusing it; that was thirty years back, and they
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just get paid for the facts the way they got them
in. Now he's rising and not denying. His hands
are shaking, but he's not crying. And he's
saying "How did I climb out of a life so boring
into that moment? Please stop ignoring the heart
inside, oh you readers at home! While you gasp at
my bloody crimes, please take the time to make
your heart my home: where I'm forgiven by time,
where I'm cushioned by hope, where I'm numbed
by long drives, where I'm talked off or doped.
Does the heart wants to atone? Oh, I believe that
it's so, because if I could climb back through
time, I'd restore their lives and then give back
my own: tens of times now its size on a far
distant road in a far distant time where every
night I'm still crying, entirely alone." But
the news today always fades away as you drive by,
until at dinnertime when you look into her eyes,
lit by evening sun - that, as usual, comes from
above that straight, unbroken line, the horizon -
its rising is a given, just like your living. Your
heart's warm and kind. Your mind is your own.
Our blood-spattered criminal is inscrutable;
don't worry, he won't rise up behind your eyes
and take wild control. He's not of this time, he
fell out of a
Lyrics: The war Criminal Rises and Speaks, Okkervil River [end]