There is a road that meets the road
That goes to my house
And how it green grows there
And we've got special boots
To beat the path to my house
And it's careful and it's careful when I'm there

And I say your uncle was a crooked french Canadian
And he was gut-shot runnin' gin
And how his guts were all suspended in his fingers
And how he held 'em
How he held 'em held, 'em in

And the water rolls down the drain, the water rolls down the drain,
Oh what a lonely thing! in a lonely drain!

July, July, July! never seemed so strange

This is the story of the road that goes to my house
And what ghosts there do remain
And all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house
And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

And we'll remember this when we are old and ancient
Though the specifics might be vague
And I'll say your camisole was sprightly light magenta
When in fact it was a nappy blueish grey

And the water rolls down the drain
The blood rolls down the drain
Oh what a lonely thing
In a blood red drain

July, July, July! it never seemed so strange

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July, July! Lyrics as written by Colin Meloy

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    General Comment"and i'll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta
    when in fact it was a nappy bluish grey "
    For some reason i love this line. I think it's because of the way it is written, you don't find much like it.
    perfectdisguiseon December 20, 2005   Link
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    General CommentIt's about an abandoned slaughterhouse in Portland that Collin used to (illegally) live in.

    "Um ... but it was actually a slaughterhouse beforehand, and on the third floor there was [sic] troughs along the side of the, um ... down the hallways where the blood would run. And then the troughs would actually lead to the outside, where it would pour off the side of the building, I swear to God.

    "So we assume that the house -- that the building was haunted by dead chickens ...
    Havenspearon June 11, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI think this song is really about telling stories and how time changes how you tell them.
    "And I'll say, "Your camisole was a sprightly light magenta"
    When, in fact, it was a nappy bluish grey"

    And also how he says "the water rolls down the drain" but then changes it to blood to make it more exciting.
    Neox22xxon July 01, 2009   Link
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    General CommentDoes anyone know if there's a connection between this song and Tim O'Brien's book of the same name? I read the book and didn't really find any overwhelming similarities, but maybe there's something I overlooked? The book came out in 2002, and the song in 2003...
    lydiroseon May 24, 2007   Link
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    General CommentOne thing I find interesting is the way Colin pronounces "July" not in the usual way like "juh-ly" but more like "joo-ly" so it almost sounds as if he's saying "D'you lie?" Perhaps unintentional, probably means absolutely nothing, I guess he just pronounces things cool.
    I think it's interesting anyway.
    pittsburghgirl92on August 02, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General Commentfirst decemberists song i had ever heard,

    castaways and cutouts was definitely one of the best albums of '03.
    knowthyselfon April 18, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis song can almost always pick me up!
    lovemotionstoryon June 19, 2004   Link
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    General Comment"...a retrospective tale about a back alley road and its grisly history. The storyteller (I imagine a group of adolescent boys crowded in a circle, eyes transfixed on the prevaricator as he whispers their infamous alley's shadowy past, its truth or non-truth of little consequence) tells of a ;crooked French Canadian,' who is of relation to someone he knows, who was mysteriously murdered in the alleyway (the storyteller blames the man's death on the fact that he sold illegal alcohol and the risks inherent). The boy then turns his attention to a moment of illicit romance in that same gory alley, joking that the tart’s undergarment left much to be desired: 'I'll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta when in fact it was a nappy bluish gray.' The line 'the water rolls down the drain' from earlier in the song is repeated, but this time is followed by the substitution of the word 'blood' in place of 'water', which is sung with a sense of delighted discovery.…
    knowthyselfon July 05, 2004   Link
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    General Commentsuch a bright sounding song for such unpleasant details of the story it tells. great song however.
    zac_pon October 17, 2004   Link
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    General Commenti just love all the imagery in this. the chicken chains always get me.
    thegirlmostlovelyon February 06, 2005   Link

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