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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
The prophet's here
Only 'til August
Bearing down into the grass, down into the grass for me
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
There's a tazor
And a brave young one
Spilling fiber like you, son
And the cherry pouts your lungs
Stay here just loving me
Or just stop bloody loving me
See now
Sweep behind the gauzy curtain
High rise
High + wild
When you fiddle with your red stone
What are you without your flint then, sonny?
Can't you cap out your only lie
Sitting fore
Keel
I was in front
Of the pekid fountain
The whole time
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Alright. I love Volcano Choir. And so it hurts when I see the lyrics mangled so.
Found here: http://rock.rapgenius.com/Volcano-choir-keel-lyrics
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 <i>now</i>, 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 <i>fit</i>.
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.
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