MODEST MOUSE Dashboard

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Well, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.

Oh, it should’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I’d like to go.

Oh, it could’ve been, should’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Well, the windshield was broken but I love the fresh air you know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)

Oh, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know, oh!
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Oh, we talked about nothing which was more than I wanted you to know-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!

Oh! It would’ve been, could’ve been worse than it had even gone
Well, the car was on blocks, but I was already where I want.
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)

Why should we ever even ever really even get to know?
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)
Oh if the world don’t like us it’ll shake us just like we were a co-oh-oh-oh-old.
Now here we go!

Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We’ve yet to crash, but we still might as well tow it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you’re surprising,
and in the evening one’s consoling
Saying See it wasn’t quite as bad as
Well, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.

I was patiently erasing and recording the wrong episodes
After you had proved my point wrong,
It wasn’t like I’d let it go, oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh.
I just wanted to catch the last laugh of this show.

Yeah, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.
(The dashboard melted, but we ran it good, we ran it good)

Hard-wired to conceive, so much we’d have to stow it
Even needs have needs, tiny giants made of tinier giants.
Don’t wear eyelids so I don’t miss the last laugh of this show.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)

Oh, we could’ve been, should’ve been worse than you would ever know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I’d like to go-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!

Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We’ve yet to crash, but we still might as well tow it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you’re surprising,
and in the evening one’s consoling
Saying See it wasn’t quite as bad as

Oh it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.

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MODEST MOUSE Dog Paddle

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I’m down on the water
(I’m down on the water)
I don’t know so I don’t bother.
(I don’t know so I don’t bother)
Looking out the window of my dad’s old Chevy.
(Lookin’ out the window of my dad’s old Chevy.)
Eats a lot of gas cause it’s that more heavy.
(Eats a lot of gas cause it’s that more heavy.)
I’m down on the county line and,
(We’re all down on the county line.)
We’re all screamin’ Carolina.
(We’re all screamin’ Carolina.)
I’m down on the water.
(I’m down on the water)
We don’t like what we just saw but…
(We don’t like what we just saw but…)
I can’t swim so I dog paddle.
(I can’t swim so I dog paddle.)
I can’t swim so I dog paddle.
I eat? (?) inside it feels like murder.
I can’t swim so I dog paddle.
I can’t swim so I DOG PADDLE.
I’m down on the water.
(I’m down on the water)
I don’t know so I don’t bother.
(We don’t got no meat to swallow.)
Lookin’ out the window of my dad’s old Chevy.
(I can’t swim so I dog paddle.)
Eats a lot of gas cause it’s that more heavy.
(…(?)… inside it feels like murder)
I’m down on the county line and.
We’re all singin Carolina.
(I can’t swim so I dog paddle [repeated])
We’re down on the county line again.
We’re all screaming Caroline again.
What you say and what you want again.
You can’t get it cuz you don’t get it. No.
(i’m down on the water..)

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MUMFORD And SONS Unfinished Business (White Lies)

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Just give me a second darling
To clear my head
Just put down the scissors baby, on this single bed
The sand in the hourglass is running low
I came through thunder, the cold wind
The rain, and the snow
To find you awake by your windowsill
A sight for sore eyes and a view to kill

I broke down in horror at you standing there
The glow from the moon
Shone through cracks in your hair.
I shouted with passion,
I love you so much
But feeling my skin, it was cold to the touch.
You whispered, Where are you?
I questioned your doubt
But soon realized, you were talking to God now.

But, you have blood on your hands
And I know it’s mine
I just need more time
So get off your low and let’s dance like we used to
And there’s a light in the distance
Waiting for me, and I will wait for you
So get off your low and let’s kiss like we used to

I looked in the mirror
Bust something was wrong.
I saw you behind but my reflection was gone.
There was smoke in the fireplace
As white as the snow.
A voice beckoned gently,
Now it’s time to go
A requiem played as you begged for forgiveness
Don’t touch me, I screamed,
I’ve got unfinished business!

But, you’ve got blood on your hands
And I know it’s mine
I just need more time
So get off your low and let’s dance like we used to
And there’s a light in the distance
Waiting for me, and I will wait for you
So get off your low and let’s kiss like we used to

Cause, you’ve got blood on your hands
And I know it’s mine
I just need more time
So get off your low and let’s dance like we used to
And there’s a light in the distance
Waiting for me, and I will wait for you
So get off your low and let’s kiss like we used to

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MODEST MOUSE March Into The Sea

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If food needed pleasing you’d suck all the seasoning off,

Suck it off!

Well treat me like the disease like the rats and the fleas,

A-ha-ha!

Bang your head like a gong ’cause its’ filled with all wrong!

A-ha-ha!

If you think you know enough
to know you know you’ve had enough.
And if you think you don’t you probably will.

Our tauls wagged and then fell off, but we just turned back,
marched into the sea.
Well treat me like the sea oh so salty and mean,

Ah-ha-hah-ha!

Well treat me like the disease like the rats and the fleas, ah-ha-ha!

I’ll be beating my heart’s record for speeding.
I’ll be beating the record for hearts skipping in the dark.

Our tails wagged and then fell off but we just turned back, marched into the sea, well we just turned back, marched into the sea.

Take all that you need like my sign says for free, till it’s gone!

Till it’s gone!

Well discard whom you please like the leaves off a tree,

A-ha-ha!

Let’s shake hands if you want but soon both hands are gone, ha-ha-ha!

Well treat me like the sea oh so salty and mean, oh-ha-ha.
Oh treat me like the sea oh so salty and mean
oh-ha-ha. Treat me like the disease like the rats and the fleas.
Bang your head like a gong ’cause you call it all wrong, move your tongue.

Klang klang! Klang klang! Klang klang! Klang klang, klang klang!

Cut me down like a tree like the lumber or weeds, well discard who you please like the leaves off a tree. Drag me out of the sea and then teach me to breath. Give me forced health till I wish death on myself.

Ah! Ha! Ha!

Well we all stumbled round tangled up in the cords from our phones, V.C.R. and our wordly woes.

Ah! Ha! Ha!

March on!
March on!
March on!
March on!
MARCH ON!

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MODEST MOUSE Head South

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A surf rock man from the land of plenty
Surf rock mess with no surf but pine trees
Struck by being ashamed of your old space
Just wanting that mean heat
You bleached your hair
And you pawned your skis
And then you sold out for the
Shade of the palm tree scene
And said, Of what a drag!
Oh what a backwards scheme,
Cuz here things go from grey
To grey and back to grey again
And they get green and go to grey
And back to grey again
So he said, Head south! [x12]
Struck by being ashamed of your old space
Just wanting that (meat?)
You bleached your hair
And you pawned your skis
And then you sold out for the
Shape of the palm tree scene
Surrounded, cut off jeans
And cut off jeans and cut off
Jeans are what you mean
When you say, Head south! [x12]

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MUMFORD And SONS To Darkness

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I will not fall
Once more I’m called
Time comes for all
Then dark is whole

But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Subscribe me not to darkness

I will not speak of your sin
There is a way out for him
The mirror shows not
Your values are shot

But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Subscribe me not to darkness

But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Subscribe me not to darkness

And I fall short
And I fall short
And I fall short
And I fall short

But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Subscribe me not to darkness

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MODEST MOUSE The Good Times Are Killing Me

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The good times are killing me.
Here we go!

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more one mores and oh it does not relent.

The good times are killing me.

Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn’t like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.

Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more one mores and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.

Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don’t know.
The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.

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