Morning's come you watch the red sun rise
The LED still flickers in your eyes
Oh, you oughta spare your face the razor
Because no one's gonna spare the time for you
No one's gonna watch you as you go
From a house you didn't build and can't control
Oh, you oughta spare your face the razor
Because no one's gonna spare the time for you
You ought to spare the world your labor
It's been twenty years and no one's told the truth
So listen, oh
So listen, oh
Don't wait
Don't wait
So listen, oh
So listen, oh
Don't wait
Don't wait
So keep that list of who to thank in mind
And don't forget the rich ones who were kind
Oh, you oughta spare your face the razor
Because no one's gonna spare the time for you
Why don't you spare the world a traitor
Take your wager back and leave before you lose
So listen, oh
So listen, oh
Don't wait
Don't wait
So while the sun's coming down
Cover ground, cover ground
And if you find some love for these clowns
Turn around, turn around
I'll be half asleep on the floor of our high school gym
Thinking of you and wondering if anyone else could begin
To listen
Listen
Don't wait
Don't wait
So listen, oh
So listen, oh
Don't wait
Don't wait
Vampire Weekend - Modern Vampires of the City Album Lyrics
Vampire Weekend - Modern Vampires of the City Lyrics
Writer: Rostam Batmanglij, Ezra Koenig
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Unbelievers
Got a little soul
The world is a cold, cold place to be
Want a little warmth
But who's gonna save a little warmth for me?
We know the fire awaits unbelievers
All of the sinners the same
Girl, you and I will die unbelievers
Bound to the tracks of the train
If I'm born again
I know that the world will disagree
Want a little grace
But who's gonna say a little grace for me?
We know the fire awaits unbelievers
All of the sinners the same
Girl, you and I will die unbelievers
Bound to the tracks of the train
I'm not excited
But should I be?
Is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me?
I know I love you
And you love the sea
But what holy water contains a little drop, little drop for me?
See the sun go down
It's goin' on down when the night is deep
Want a little light
But who's gonna save a little light for me?
We know the fire awaits unbelievers
All of the sinners the same
Girl, you and I will die unbelievers
Bound to the tracks of the train
I'm not excited
But should I be?
Is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me?
I know I love you
And you love the sea
But what holy water contains a little drop, little drop for me?
I'm not excited
But should I be?
Is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me?
I know I love you
And you love the sea
But what holy water contains a little drop, little drop for me?
The world is a cold, cold place to be
Want a little warmth
But who's gonna save a little warmth for me?
We know the fire awaits unbelievers
All of the sinners the same
Girl, you and I will die unbelievers
Bound to the tracks of the train
If I'm born again
I know that the world will disagree
Want a little grace
But who's gonna say a little grace for me?
We know the fire awaits unbelievers
All of the sinners the same
Girl, you and I will die unbelievers
Bound to the tracks of the train
I'm not excited
But should I be?
Is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me?
I know I love you
And you love the sea
But what holy water contains a little drop, little drop for me?
See the sun go down
It's goin' on down when the night is deep
Want a little light
But who's gonna save a little light for me?
We know the fire awaits unbelievers
All of the sinners the same
Girl, you and I will die unbelievers
Bound to the tracks of the train
I'm not excited
But should I be?
Is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me?
I know I love you
And you love the sea
But what holy water contains a little drop, little drop for me?
I'm not excited
But should I be?
Is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me?
I know I love you
And you love the sea
But what holy water contains a little drop, little drop for me?
Writer: Rostam Batmanglij, Ezra Koenig
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Step
Every time I see you in the world
You always step to my girl
Back, back, way back, I used to front like Angkor Wat
Mechanicsburg, Anchorage and Dar es Salaam
While home in New York was champagne and disco
Tapes from L.A. slash San Francisco
But actually Oakland and not Alameda
Your girl was in Berkeley with her Communist reader
Mine was entombed within boombox and Walkman
I was a hoarder, but girl, that was back then
The gloves are off
The wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones
I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now
I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can't do it alone
I can't do it alone
Every time I see you in the world
You always step to my girl
Ancestors told me that their girl was better
She's richer than Croesus, she's tougher than leather
I just ignored all the tales of her past life
Stale conversation deserves but a bread knife
And punks who would laugh when they saw us together
Well, they didn't know how to dress for the weather
I can still see them there, huddled on Astor
Snow falling slow to the sound of the master
The gloves are off
The wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones
I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now
I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can't do it alone
I can't do it alone
Wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it for youth
Age is an honor, it's still not the truth
We saw the stars when they hid from the world
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl
Maybe she's gone and I can't resurrect her
The truth is she doesn't need me to protect her
We know the true death, the true way of all flesh
Everyone's dyin', but girl, you're not old yet
Gloves are off
The wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones
I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now
I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can't do it alone
I can't do it alone
Gloves are off
The wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones
I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now
I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can't do it alone
I can't do it alone
Every time I see you in the world
You always step to my girl
You always step to my girl
Back, back, way back, I used to front like Angkor Wat
Mechanicsburg, Anchorage and Dar es Salaam
While home in New York was champagne and disco
Tapes from L.A. slash San Francisco
But actually Oakland and not Alameda
Your girl was in Berkeley with her Communist reader
Mine was entombed within boombox and Walkman
I was a hoarder, but girl, that was back then
The gloves are off
The wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones
I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now
I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can't do it alone
I can't do it alone
Every time I see you in the world
You always step to my girl
Ancestors told me that their girl was better
She's richer than Croesus, she's tougher than leather
I just ignored all the tales of her past life
Stale conversation deserves but a bread knife
And punks who would laugh when they saw us together
Well, they didn't know how to dress for the weather
I can still see them there, huddled on Astor
Snow falling slow to the sound of the master
The gloves are off
The wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones
I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now
I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can't do it alone
I can't do it alone
Wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it for youth
Age is an honor, it's still not the truth
We saw the stars when they hid from the world
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl
Maybe she's gone and I can't resurrect her
The truth is she doesn't need me to protect her
We know the true death, the true way of all flesh
Everyone's dyin', but girl, you're not old yet
Gloves are off
The wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones
I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now
I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can't do it alone
I can't do it alone
Gloves are off
The wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones
I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now
I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can't do it alone
I can't do it alone
Every time I see you in the world
You always step to my girl
Writer: David A. Gates, Ezra Koenig, Rostam Batmanglij
Copyright: Lyrics © DAVID GATES D/B/A KIPAHULU MUSIC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © DAVID GATES D/B/A KIPAHULU MUSIC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Diane Young
[Verse 1]
You torched a Saab like a pile of leaves
I'd gone to find some better wheels
Four, five meters running round the bend
When the government agents surround you again
[Hook]
If Diane Young won't change your mind
Baby, baby, baby, baby right on time
[Verse 2]
Out of control but you're playing a role
Do you think you can go til the 18th hole
Or will you flip-flop the day of the championship?
Try to go it alone on your own for a bit
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Baby baby baby baby ride on
Baby baby baby baby ride on
Baby baby baby it's a light on
Baby baby baby it's a lifetime
Baby baby baby baby ride on
Time, time, time, time, time, time
Baby baby baby baby ride on time
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Irish and proud, baby, naturally
But you got the luck of a Kennedy
So grab the wheel, keep on holding it tight
'Til you're tottering off into that goodnight
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Breakdown]
Nobody knows what the future holds
And it's bad enough just getting old
Live my life in self-defense
You know I love the past, 'cause I hate suspense...
You torched a Saab like a pile of leaves
I'd gone to find some better wheels
Four, five meters running round the bend
When the government agents surround you again
[Hook]
If Diane Young won't change your mind
Baby, baby, baby, baby right on time
[Verse 2]
Out of control but you're playing a role
Do you think you can go til the 18th hole
Or will you flip-flop the day of the championship?
Try to go it alone on your own for a bit
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Baby baby baby baby ride on
Baby baby baby baby ride on
Baby baby baby it's a light on
Baby baby baby it's a lifetime
Baby baby baby baby ride on
Time, time, time, time, time, time
Baby baby baby baby ride on time
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Irish and proud, baby, naturally
But you got the luck of a Kennedy
So grab the wheel, keep on holding it tight
'Til you're tottering off into that goodnight
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Breakdown]
Nobody knows what the future holds
And it's bad enough just getting old
Live my life in self-defense
You know I love the past, 'cause I hate suspense...
Writer: Rostam Batmanglij, Ezra Koenig
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dont Lie
[Verse 1:]
One look sent knees to the ground,
Young bloods can't be settling down
Young hearts need the pressure to pound,
So hold me close my baby
[Pre-Chorus:]
Don't lie, I want 'em to know
God's love die young, is he ready to go?
It's the last time running through snow
Where the vaults are full and the fire is bold
[Chorus:]
I want to know, does it bother you?
The low click of a ticking clock
There's a lifetime right in front of you
And everyone I know
[Verse 2:]
Young turks, young Saturday nights
Young hips shouldn't break on the ice
Old flames, they can warm you tonight
So keep it cool, my baby
[Pre-Chorus 2:]
Don't lie, I want 'em to know
Got love feelings and the tournament's gold
It's the last time running through snow
Where the vaults are full and the is bold
[Chorus 2:]
I want to know, does it bother you?
The low click of a ticking clock
There's a headstone right in front of you
And everyone I know
[Pre-Chorus 3:]
Don't lie, I'm want 'em to know
God's love die young, are you ready to go?
It's the last time running through snow
Cause the fire can't last and the winter's cold
[Chorus]
One look sent knees to the ground,
Young bloods can't be settling down
Young hearts need the pressure to pound,
So hold me close my baby
[Pre-Chorus:]
Don't lie, I want 'em to know
God's love die young, is he ready to go?
It's the last time running through snow
Where the vaults are full and the fire is bold
[Chorus:]
I want to know, does it bother you?
The low click of a ticking clock
There's a lifetime right in front of you
And everyone I know
[Verse 2:]
Young turks, young Saturday nights
Young hips shouldn't break on the ice
Old flames, they can warm you tonight
So keep it cool, my baby
[Pre-Chorus 2:]
Don't lie, I want 'em to know
Got love feelings and the tournament's gold
It's the last time running through snow
Where the vaults are full and the is bold
[Chorus 2:]
I want to know, does it bother you?
The low click of a ticking clock
There's a headstone right in front of you
And everyone I know
[Pre-Chorus 3:]
Don't lie, I'm want 'em to know
God's love die young, are you ready to go?
It's the last time running through snow
Cause the fire can't last and the winter's cold
[Chorus]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Hannah Hunt
A gardener told me some plants move
But I could not believe it
Till me and Hannah Hunt
Saw crawling vines and weeping willows
As we made our way from Providence to Phoenix
A man of faith said
Hidden eyes could see what I was thinking
I just smiled and told him
That was only true of Hannah
And we glided on through Waverley and Lincoln
Our days were long our nights no longer
Count the seconds, watching hours
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time
In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried
And missed those freezing beaches
And I walked into town
To buy some kindling for the fire,
Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces
If I can't trust you then damn it, Hannah
There's no future, there's no answer
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time
But I could not believe it
Till me and Hannah Hunt
Saw crawling vines and weeping willows
As we made our way from Providence to Phoenix
A man of faith said
Hidden eyes could see what I was thinking
I just smiled and told him
That was only true of Hannah
And we glided on through Waverley and Lincoln
Our days were long our nights no longer
Count the seconds, watching hours
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time
In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried
And missed those freezing beaches
And I walked into town
To buy some kindling for the fire,
Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces
If I can't trust you then damn it, Hannah
There's no future, there's no answer
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time
Writer: Ezra Koenig, Rostam Batmanglij
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Everlasting Arms
I took your counsel and came to ruin
Leave me to myself, leave me to myself
I took your counsel and came to ruin
Leave me to myself, leave me to myself
Oh I was made to live without you
But I'm never going to understand, never understand
Oh I was born to live without you
But I'm never going to understand, never understand
Hold me in your everlasting arms
Looked up, full of fear, trapped beneath the chandelier that's going down
I thought it over and drew the curtain
Leave me to myself, leave me to myself
And I'll only consider it as you played the hallelujah
Leave me to myself, leave me to myself
If you've been made to serve the master you'd
Be frightened by the hokum and be frightened by the night
Could I've been made to serve the master
Well I'm never going to understand, never understand
Hold me in your everlasting arms
Looked up, full of fear, trapped beneath the chandelier that's going down
Hold me in your everlasting arms
Looked up, full of fear, trapped beneath the chandelier that's going down
Hold me in your everlasting arms
Leave me to myself, leave me to myself
I took your counsel and came to ruin
Leave me to myself, leave me to myself
Oh I was made to live without you
But I'm never going to understand, never understand
Oh I was born to live without you
But I'm never going to understand, never understand
Hold me in your everlasting arms
Looked up, full of fear, trapped beneath the chandelier that's going down
I thought it over and drew the curtain
Leave me to myself, leave me to myself
And I'll only consider it as you played the hallelujah
Leave me to myself, leave me to myself
If you've been made to serve the master you'd
Be frightened by the hokum and be frightened by the night
Could I've been made to serve the master
Well I'm never going to understand, never understand
Hold me in your everlasting arms
Looked up, full of fear, trapped beneath the chandelier that's going down
Hold me in your everlasting arms
Looked up, full of fear, trapped beneath the chandelier that's going down
Hold me in your everlasting arms
Writer: Ezra Koenig, Rostam Batmanglij
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Finger Back
Bend my finger back (snap)
Wrap it in a paper towel
Break a twig in half and set it straight
Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me with a canister that's fired while
The soldiers drive away
Bend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on for days
Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me like a Yankee, like a son of
Freedom, never had a slave
It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
And baby you're not anybody's fool
Bless me with a heart attack
A real cries cardiac
And show me where to find the
Surgeon's knife
Eviscerate me now (hack)
Take me to my punishment?
The punishment I needed all my life
Bend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on with strife
Listen to my bum rap
Listen to the evidence exonerating me from
Being right
It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't
Ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
Baby you're not anybody's fool
You know that I've been wicked and the
Road to hell is wide
Cursed by curiosity that made
Us go inside
Everyone was charming but we took 'em for a ride
Baby, you're not anybody's fool
Bend my finger back (snap)
Wrap it in a paper towel
Break a twig in half and set it straight
Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me with a canister that's fired while
The soldiers drive away
Bend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on for days
Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me like a Yankee, like a son of
Freedom, never had a slave
It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
And baby you're not anybody's fool
The harpsichord is broken and the
Television's fried
The city's getting hotter like a
Country in decline
Everyone's a coward when you look
Them in the eyes
But baby, you're not anybody's fool
See ya next year in Jerusalem
You know, the one at 103rd and Broadway?
'Cause this orthodox girl fell in love with the guy at the falafel shop
And why not?
Should she have averted her eyes and just stared
At the laminated poster of the dome of the rock?
And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
Remembrances of holy days in tarry town and rye
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die
Condolences to gentle hearts who
Couldn't bear to try
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die
Remembrances of holy days in tarry town and rye
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die
Wrap it in a paper towel
Break a twig in half and set it straight
Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me with a canister that's fired while
The soldiers drive away
Bend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on for days
Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me like a Yankee, like a son of
Freedom, never had a slave
It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
And baby you're not anybody's fool
Bless me with a heart attack
A real cries cardiac
And show me where to find the
Surgeon's knife
Eviscerate me now (hack)
Take me to my punishment?
The punishment I needed all my life
Bend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on with strife
Listen to my bum rap
Listen to the evidence exonerating me from
Being right
It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't
Ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
Baby you're not anybody's fool
You know that I've been wicked and the
Road to hell is wide
Cursed by curiosity that made
Us go inside
Everyone was charming but we took 'em for a ride
Baby, you're not anybody's fool
Bend my finger back (snap)
Wrap it in a paper towel
Break a twig in half and set it straight
Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me with a canister that's fired while
The soldiers drive away
Bend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on for days
Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me like a Yankee, like a son of
Freedom, never had a slave
It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
And baby you're not anybody's fool
The harpsichord is broken and the
Television's fried
The city's getting hotter like a
Country in decline
Everyone's a coward when you look
Them in the eyes
But baby, you're not anybody's fool
See ya next year in Jerusalem
You know, the one at 103rd and Broadway?
'Cause this orthodox girl fell in love with the guy at the falafel shop
And why not?
Should she have averted her eyes and just stared
At the laminated poster of the dome of the rock?
And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
Remembrances of holy days in tarry town and rye
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die
Condolences to gentle hearts who
Couldn't bear to try
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die
Remembrances of holy days in tarry town and rye
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die
Writer: Ezra Koenig, Rostam Batmanglij
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Worship You
Only in the way you want it
Only on the day you want it
Only with your understanding and every single day you want it
Only in the way you want it
Only on the day you want it
Only with your understanding and every single day you want it
You, you
City with the weight upon it
City in the way you want it
City with the safety of a never-ending place on it
City with the weight upon it
City in the way you want it
City with the safety of a never-ending place on it
You, you
We worshiped you
Your red right hand
Won't we see once again
In foreign soil, in foreign land
Who will guide us through the end, oh
Calling on the treasure wanna call me on the semi
Wanna call in for the wizard who always speak spam
Calling on the treasure wanna call me on the semi
Wanna call in for the wizard who always speak spam
You, you
Any chance of peace you want any kind of place
You want to live a bit of live to get suited finer days
Any chance of peace you want any kind of place
You want to live a bit of live to get suited finer days
You, you
We worshipped you
Your red white hand
Won't we see once again
In foreign soil, in foreign land
Who will guide us through the end, oh
Oh
We worshipped you
Your red white hand
Won't we see once again
In foreign soil, in foreign land
Who will guide us through the end, oh
Only on the day you want it
Only with your understanding and every single day you want it
Only in the way you want it
Only on the day you want it
Only with your understanding and every single day you want it
You, you
City with the weight upon it
City in the way you want it
City with the safety of a never-ending place on it
City with the weight upon it
City in the way you want it
City with the safety of a never-ending place on it
You, you
We worshiped you
Your red right hand
Won't we see once again
In foreign soil, in foreign land
Who will guide us through the end, oh
Calling on the treasure wanna call me on the semi
Wanna call in for the wizard who always speak spam
Calling on the treasure wanna call me on the semi
Wanna call in for the wizard who always speak spam
You, you
Any chance of peace you want any kind of place
You want to live a bit of live to get suited finer days
Any chance of peace you want any kind of place
You want to live a bit of live to get suited finer days
You, you
We worshipped you
Your red white hand
Won't we see once again
In foreign soil, in foreign land
Who will guide us through the end, oh
Oh
We worshipped you
Your red white hand
Won't we see once again
In foreign soil, in foreign land
Who will guide us through the end, oh
Writer: Ezra Koenig, Rostam Batmanglij
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ya Hey
[Verse 1:]
Oh, sweet thing
Zion doesn't love you
And Babylon don't love you
But you love everything
Oh, you saint
America don't love you
So I could never love you
In spite of everything
[Pre-Chorus:]
In the dark of this place
There's the glow of your face
There's the dust on the screen
Of this broken machine
And I can't help but feel
That I've made some mistake
But I let it go
Ya Hey [x3]
[Chorus:]
Through the fire and through the flames
(Ya hey [x2], Ut Deo, ya hey [x2])
You won't even say your name
(Ya hey [x2], Ut Deo, ya hey [x2])
Through the fire and through the flames
You won't even say your name
Only "I am that I am"
But who could ever live that way?
(Ya Hey [x2])
Ut Deo, Ya Hey
Ut Deo, Deo
[Verse 2:]
Oh, the motherland don't love you
The fatherland don't love you
So why love anything?
Oh, good God
The faithless they don't love you
The zealous hearts don't love you
And that's not gonna change
[Pre-Chorus:]
All the cameras and files
All the paranoid styles
All the tension and fear
Of a secret career
And I think in your heart
That you've seen the mistake
But you let it go
Ya Hey [x3]
[Chorus]
Outside the tents, on the festival grounds
As the air began to cool, and the sun went down
My soul swooned, as I faintly heard the sound
Of you spinning "Israelites"
Into "19th Nervous Breakdown"
[Chorus]
[Refrain:]
Through the fire and through the flames
You won't even say your name
Only "I am that I am"
But who could ever live that way?
(Ya Hey [x2])
Ut Deo, Ya Hey
Ut Deo, Deo
Oh, sweet thing
Zion doesn't love you
And Babylon don't love you
But you love everything
Oh, you saint
America don't love you
So I could never love you
In spite of everything
[Pre-Chorus:]
In the dark of this place
There's the glow of your face
There's the dust on the screen
Of this broken machine
And I can't help but feel
That I've made some mistake
But I let it go
Ya Hey [x3]
[Chorus:]
Through the fire and through the flames
(Ya hey [x2], Ut Deo, ya hey [x2])
You won't even say your name
(Ya hey [x2], Ut Deo, ya hey [x2])
Through the fire and through the flames
You won't even say your name
Only "I am that I am"
But who could ever live that way?
(Ya Hey [x2])
Ut Deo, Ya Hey
Ut Deo, Deo
[Verse 2:]
Oh, the motherland don't love you
The fatherland don't love you
So why love anything?
Oh, good God
The faithless they don't love you
The zealous hearts don't love you
And that's not gonna change
[Pre-Chorus:]
All the cameras and files
All the paranoid styles
All the tension and fear
Of a secret career
And I think in your heart
That you've seen the mistake
But you let it go
Ya Hey [x3]
[Chorus]
Outside the tents, on the festival grounds
As the air began to cool, and the sun went down
My soul swooned, as I faintly heard the sound
Of you spinning "Israelites"
Into "19th Nervous Breakdown"
[Chorus]
[Refrain:]
Through the fire and through the flames
You won't even say your name
Only "I am that I am"
But who could ever live that way?
(Ya Hey [x2])
Ut Deo, Ya Hey
Ut Deo, Deo
Writer: Rostam Batmanglij, Ezra Koenig, Ariel Zvi Rechtshaid
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hudson
[Verse 1:]
Hudson died in Hudson Bay,
The water took its victim's name
The river's rise told Riverside
To change their names again
A stranger walked in through the door,
Said all apartments are pre-war
We laughed and asked him for his name
He stayed until the end
We watched the Germans play the Greeks
We marked the 99 year lease,
Our fathers signed
Which I declined to try and comprehend
[Chorus:]
Over and over again, all these never-ending visions
Over and over again like a prize that's changing hands
The time has a come,
The clock is such a drag
All you who changed your stripes can wrap me in the flag
The legendary wooden gate
The first established real estate
Is lost in time like all the crimes that won this pleasant land (land, land)
[Chorus]
Hudson died on Hudson Bay,
But I was born on Sudden Place
The rising tide helped me decide to change my name again
Some tend to linger on and some may case from Babylon
Some will roam their ruined home, rejoicing 'till the end
[Chorus:]
Over and over again, all these never-ending visions
Over and over again like a prize that's changing hands
The time has a come,
The clock is such a drag
All you who changed your stripes can wrap me in the flag
The lines are drawn,
The map is such a drag
All you who changed your stripes can wrap me in the flag
Hudson died in Hudson Bay,
The water took its victim's name
The river's rise told Riverside
To change their names again
A stranger walked in through the door,
Said all apartments are pre-war
We laughed and asked him for his name
He stayed until the end
We watched the Germans play the Greeks
We marked the 99 year lease,
Our fathers signed
Which I declined to try and comprehend
[Chorus:]
Over and over again, all these never-ending visions
Over and over again like a prize that's changing hands
The time has a come,
The clock is such a drag
All you who changed your stripes can wrap me in the flag
The legendary wooden gate
The first established real estate
Is lost in time like all the crimes that won this pleasant land (land, land)
[Chorus]
Hudson died on Hudson Bay,
But I was born on Sudden Place
The rising tide helped me decide to change my name again
Some tend to linger on and some may case from Babylon
Some will roam their ruined home, rejoicing 'till the end
[Chorus:]
Over and over again, all these never-ending visions
Over and over again like a prize that's changing hands
The time has a come,
The clock is such a drag
All you who changed your stripes can wrap me in the flag
The lines are drawn,
The map is such a drag
All you who changed your stripes can wrap me in the flag
Writer: Christopher William Tomson, Ezra Koenig, Rostam Batmanglij
Copyright: Lyrics © NOTHING BUT NETS MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © NOTHING BUT NETS MUSIC
Young Lion
You take your time, Young Lion
You take your time, Young Lion
You take your time, Young Lion
You take your time, Young Lion
You take your time, Young Lion
You take your time, Young Lion
You take your time, Young Lion
Writer: Rostam Batmanglij
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Modern Vampires of the City is the third studio album by American indie rock band Vampire Weekend. It was released on May 14, 2013, by XL Recordings. The group began to write songs for the album during soundchecks on the supporting concert tour for their 2010 album Contra. After a period in which each member explored individual musical projects, they regrouped and continued working on Modern Vampires of the City in 2011. With no deadline in mind, the band brought in an outside record producer for the first time, Ariel Rechtshaid, to record the album.
With Modern Vampires of the City, Vampire Weekend attempted to depart from the African-influenced indie pop style of their previous records. Broadly experimental, the album's sound was the result of a variety of unconventional recording assets, including pitch shifting. Subjects explored on the record include characters with adult responsibilities, reflections on growing old, mortality, and religious faith. Vampire Weekend titled the album after a lyric in the 1990 Junior Reid song "One Blood" and chose a Neal Boenzi photograph of the 1966 New York City smog event as the album cover, citing the haunting qualities of both the title and photograph as the reason for using them.
Modern Vampires of the City debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, becoming Vampire Weekend's second consecutive number-one album in the United States. By December 2014, the album had sold 505,000 copies in the US. It was also a widespread critical success and ranked by several publications as 2013's best album, while finishing second in the annual Pazz & Jop critics poll. It has since been ranked on many lists of the best albums from the 2010s. In 2020, the album was ranked at number 328 on Rolling Stone's "500 Greatest Albums of All Time” list.
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Vampire WeekendWith Modern Vampires of the City, Vampire Weekend attempted to depart from the African-influenced indie pop style of their previous records. Broadly experimental, the album's sound was the result of a variety of unconventional recording assets, including pitch shifting. Subjects explored on the record include characters with adult responsibilities, reflections on growing old, mortality, and religious faith. Vampire Weekend titled the album after a lyric in the 1990 Junior Reid song "One Blood" and chose a Neal Boenzi photograph of the 1966 New York City smog event as the album cover, citing the haunting qualities of both the title and photograph as the reason for using them.
Modern Vampires of the City debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, becoming Vampire Weekend's second consecutive number-one album in the United States. By December 2014, the album had sold 505,000 copies in the US. It was also a widespread critical success and ranked by several publications as 2013's best album, while finishing second in the annual Pazz & Jop critics poll. It has since been ranked on many lists of the best albums from the 2010s. In 2020, the album was ranked at number 328 on Rolling Stone's "500 Greatest Albums of All Time” list.
Genre(s): Indie rock, art pop, chamber pop
Producer(s): Rostam Batmanglij, Ariel Rechtshaid
Length: 42:54
Released: May 14th, 2013
Year: 2013