"Keel" as written by Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon, Christopher Michael Rosenau, Jonathan Edmund Mueller, Daniel Thomas Spack, Thomas John Wincek and Matthew David Skemp....
The propheteer
The prophet's here
Only 'til august
Bearing down into the grass, down into the grass for me

The prophet's come
The prophet's good and stung
Gobbled up on cable wires
Dangling low + above the fires
They won't work out like the lowly ones
High wires
That bring the heathens out for a fight
Ergo sum
The game's grown young
There's a danger now in the town below
And the hobble of gawker's look across the road
There's a tazor
And a brave young one
Spilling fiber like you, son
And the cherry pouts your lungs

Just stay here
Stay here loving me
or just stOp bloody loving me
See now.
Sweep behind the gauzy curtain
High rise

High and wild

I pick at you, my limestone
When you fiddle with your red stone
What are you without your flint then, sonny?

Can't count out your only lie
Can't you cap out your only lie
Sitting fore
Keel

Not before
I was in front
Of the pekid fountain
The whole time


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"Keel" as written by Daniel Thomas Spack Christopher Michael Rosenau

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    General CommentAlright. I love Volcano Choir. And so it hurts when I see the lyrics mangled so.

    Found here: rock.rapgenius.com/…

    The propheteer
    The prophet's here
    Only 'til August
    Bearing down into the grass, down into the grass for me

    The prophet's come
    The prophet's good and stung
    Gobbled up on cable wires
    Dangling low + above the fires
    They won't work out like the lovely ones
    High wires
    That bring the heathens out for a fight
    Ergo sum
    The game's grown young
    There's a danger now in the town below

    And the hobble of gawker's look across onto the road
    There's a tazor
    And a brave young one
    Spilling fiber like you, son
    And the cherry pouts your lungs

    Just stay here
    Stay here just loving me
    Or just STOP bloody loving me
    See now
    Sweep behind the gauzy curtain
    High rise
    High + wild

    I pick at you, my limestone
    When you fiddle with your red stone
    What are you without your flint then, sonny?

    Can't count out your only lie
    Can't you cap out your only lie
    Sitting fore
    Keel........

    Not before
    I was in front
    Of the pekid fountain
    The whole time
    --

    These I believe to be as correct as possible - much more precise than what's on here now, at least. Now, I can't exactly vouch for its exactness 100%, as I can't pinpoint the source as a reliable one, but by ear, this sounds much more plausible. At least they sound like they fit.

    For anyone else who stumbles upon this page seeking the lyrics of the same opinion, this is up for you to take the matter of correcting the lyrics into your hands.
    AnytimeAnyhowon November 16, 2013   Link

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