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Midlake Album


The Trials of Van Occupanther (10/13/2006)
10/13/2006
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Mornings Will Be Kind (bonus track)
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Marion (bonus track)
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It Covers The Hillsides (alt version; bonus track)
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Paper Gown (bonus track)
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Stonecutters made them from stones
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside

The mountaineers gathered tinder piled high
In which to take along
Driving many miles, knowing they'd get here

When they got here, all exhausted
On the roof leaks they got started
And now when the rain comes, we can be thankful

Ooh, ah, ooh
When the mountaineers saw that everything fit
They were glad, and so they took off

Thought we were due
For a change or two
Around this place

When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with

The village used to be all one really needs
Now it's filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals
That mostly surround you
You wish to flee, but it's not like you
So listen to me, listen to me

Oh, oh, and when the morning comes
We will step outside
We will not find another man in sight
We like the newness, the newness of all
That has grown in our garden soaking for so long

Whenever I was a child
I wondered what if my name had changed
Into something more productive like Roscoe
Been born in 1891
Waiting with my Aunt Rosaline

Thought we were due
For a change or two
Around this place

When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with

Oh

1891
They roamed around and foraged
They made their house from cedars
They made their house from stone

Oh, they're a little like you
And they're a little like me
We have all we need

Thought we were due
For a change or two
Around this place
This place, this place

When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with

. . .


Did you ever want to be overrun by bandits;
to hand over all of your things and start over new?
while we were out hunting for food
our house was being robbed
I caught an apple and she caught a fox
so I caught a rabbit but she caught an ox

so upon our return, we found everything gone
which for us was no loss
and we started over
with a rabbit and an ox

so they came down from the north
carrying all they owned
with a basket full of food and clothes
they were stopped by a weekend raid
traveling the woods one day
they tried to put up a fight, but lost
so we asked for them to stay
with us on their way
to have a drink and rest
and regain their strength

did you ever want to run around with bandits;
to see many places and hide in ditches?
it's not always easy, it's not always easy
when the winter comes and the greenery goes
we will make some shelter
when the winter comes and the greenery goes
we will make some shelter

. . .


No one seems to be around today
They must've all gone off without me again
I think I'll head home

Maybe I'll find them gathered 'round my doorstep
Oh, to sleep in a comfortable bed
I think I'll head home

No one seems to be around today
They must've all gone off without me again
I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home

Bring me a day full of honest work
and a roof that never leaks
I'll be satisfied

Bring me the news all about the town
How it struggles to help all the farmers out
During harvest time

But there's someone I'd like to see
She never mentions a word to me
She reads Leviathan

I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home

Bring me a day full of honest work
and a roof that never leaks
I'll be satisfied

Bring me the news all about the town
How it struggles to help all the farmers out
During harvest time

But there's someone I'd like to see
She never mentions a word to me
She reads Leviathan

I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home

I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home

. . .


I must be careful now in my steps
Years of calculations and the stress
My science is waiting, nearly complete
One glass will last for nearly a week

Let me not get down from walking with no-one
and if I stumble from exhaustion
These buckets are heavy, I fill them with water
I could ask these people, but I shouldn't bother

Oh no, I've stumbled, was I going too fast?
Some get angry, some of them laugh
They told me I wouldn't, but I found an answer
I'm Van Occupanther, I'm Van Occupanther!

Let me not be too consumed with this world
Sometimes I want to go home
and stay out of sight for a long time

Let me not be too consumed with this world
Sometimes I want to go home
and stay out of sight for a long time

. . .


My young bride,
why are your shoulders like that
of a tired old woman,
like a tired old woman?

My young bride,
why are your fingers like that
of the hedge in winter,
of the hedge in winter?

Polonaise in winter,
snowshoes and hunters
carried the goods in for you.

My young bride,
why aren't you moving at all,
helps to make the day seem shorter,
helps to make the day seem shorter.

My young bride,
Why aren't you keeping with you
all the ones who really love you,
all the ones who really love you?

Polonaise in winter,
snowshoes and hunters
carried the goods in for you.
Darkness and forests grant you
the longest
face made for porridge and stew.

. . .


I saw she was living under some branches
I saw she was happy in her circumstances
I also live under branches
I'd rather not live in these places

We won't get married
'Cause she won't have me
She wakes up awfully early these days, these days

And there's no-one else so kind
There's no-one else to find
It's hard for me but I'm trying
It's hard for me but I'm trying

I saw she was busy gathering wood for a fire
I'd like to help her some but she replies it's done

We won't get married
'Cause she won't have me
She wakes up awfully early these days, these days

And there's no-one else so kind
There's no-one else to find
It's hard for me but I'm trying
It's hard for me but I'm trying

It's hard for me but I'm trying (It's hard for me but I'm trying)
It's hard for me but I'm trying (It's hard for me but I'm trying)

. . .


In this camp there's one who delights me
Brings me afternoon tea then she leaves me
When they're climbing over the sea
She helps to keep our strength complete
But I'd rather stay
'Cause the north is too far away

I wanted to marry Babette
And the weapons on my shoulders
I'd throw into seaweed banks
And the willows and the lime-trees
Were gathered there for us
Above the unconquered seas
Unconquered seas

There's the horn call
Put your boots and courage on and run

I wanted to marry Babette
And the weapons on my shoulders
I'd throw into seaweed banks
And the willows and the lime-trees
Were gathered there for us
Above the unconquered seas
Unconquered seas

I'm counting up all the lovely years
Since I had stepped inside
With the others in this lonely field
Who I fought beside

They mustn't mind
They must let me go to find
A site for my retire
Will this war

Capture your heart or more
And carry you down the shore

'Cause the north is too far away

I wanted to marry Babette
And the weapons on my shoulders
I'd throw into seaweed banks
And the willows and the lime-trees
Were gathered there for us
Above the unconquered seas
And the willows and the lime-trees
Were gathered there for us
Above the unconquered seas

. . .


I'm tired of being here on this hill
No one lives to be 300 years
Like the way it used to be

I think they were giants
I think they were giants

On this hill, nothing grows except greed
You will stay to finish your work
As long as need be
As long as need be

On a clear day
I can see my old house
And my wife in the front yard
Talking with the friends

We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring

I'm tired of being here on this hill
Where I'm sure to find my last meal
No one lives to be 300 years

On a clear day
I can see my old house
And my wife in the front yard
Talking with the friends

We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring

. . .


It covers the roadways
It covers the hillsides
It covers the houses
It covers the frozen pines

We had the snowfall
To run all the rations dry
When we got hungry
We'd taken what wasn't ours

Now we will set out
The seats are cold on this boat
As we head towards the ocean, towards the ocean

Making our way out
Trying to survive
As we head our towards the ocean

I'm not sure where this river goes
But we have no choice but to follow
There is smoke in the sky over those trees
Let us hope they are kind to you and me

Let us hope, let us hope they have enough
Winter comes it sure is rough
Maybe they'll welcome us
We won't ask much
But their rations were low
And they couldn't help us
So off we go

It covers the roadways
It covers the hillsides
It covers the houses
It covers the frozen pines

Now we will set out
The seats are cold on this boat
As we head towards the ocean

Making our way out
Trying to survive
As we head our towards the ocean

Towards the ocean, towards the ocean
Towards the ocean, towards the ocean

. . .


Yes I'm sorry that I missed you
I'm sorry that I missed you
When there's no one there to greet you
I'm sorry that I missed you

You're always chasing after deer
Oh my dear, oh my dear
And through the meadow I can hear
My fears, oh my fears

For myself I must remind
That the woods are usually kind
And the sea is not mine
And when you're all alone
And chasing after deer
Don't be upset if it's scared
And you can't reach it

I know that you are fast
But it's much faster
And after a while you can't keep up
So you start to lag behind

But it doesn't know
That you've resigned
So off a cliff
It falls to the sea
And you are sad
But the sea is not mine

The sea is not mine, the sea is not mine
The sea is not mine, the sea is not mine

. . .


I untied all the rope lines
I gathered our things
And placed them beside me
You never arrived
And I got worried
You never arrived
And I was troubled
But you were bound to leave
And so I crumbled
You should steer
The seats are warm in this boat
Come on and hurry move your feet

Down the shore that winter had a hold on
And we'll pass by
For the last time
We'll pass by for the last time

. . .


Mornings will be kind to you in the future
Never mind the smog that makes your head hurt
Darling you could have that grave garden
Darling you could finish the things you started

I'll follow you around for hours
I'll follow you around for hours in the sun

We could break in and take the star
Put it between your arms and run
Make it across the bridge and then
We'll never look back again

Follow you around for hours
I'll follow you around for hours in the sun
In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun

. . .


I saw Marion about to be swallowed up by the sea
Brings both minister and man to marry her
Soon you'll come home late and drunk
And throw a lantern that burns their house down
I tried to warn her but I stopped caring

In that cafe you felt everything attacking you
I tried my best, how the current pulled and buried you
And now you swim with a giant whale that curses you
I wish he'd go

. . .


It covers the roadways
It covers the hillsides
It covers the houses
It covers the frozen pines

We had the snowfall
To run all the rations dry
When we got hungry
We'd taken what wasn't ours

Now we will set out
The seats are cold on this boat
As we head towards the ocean, towards the ocean

Making our way out
Trying to survive
As we head our towards the ocean

I'm not sure where this river goes
But we have no choice but to follow
There is smoke in the sky over those trees
Let us hope they are kind to you and me

Let us hope, let us hope they have enough
Winter comes it sure is rough
Maybe they'll welcome us
We won't ask much
But their rations were low
And they couldn't help us
So off we go

It covers the roadways
It covers the hillsides
It covers the houses
It covers the frozen pines

Now we will set out
The seats are cold on this boat
As we head towards the ocean

Making our way out
Trying to survive
As we head our towards the ocean

Towards the ocean, towards the ocean
Towards the ocean, towards the ocean

. . .


Everything you need
Is everything I need to be
I sit across the room
Your breathing starts to croon to me

Every prone to be
A pillar of things you will never need
So please don't let me go
Down old paths and radios for long

When the day comes
The dreadful scene approaching

Don't leave with your
Hands covering your face
My body is stone cold here
Don't go
Don't leave
Don't leave my place

When everything goes dry
Remember it's no big surprise
When everything you love
Starts messing with your head
And phones drop

Well go ahead blame me
And push me down the stairs
To the street
I'm slowly getting up
My body aches of sunlight inside

And somewhere far away
In my mind I'll dream
And call out loud without
Inviting you

I've gone too far away
In my mind I'm dreaming
And I'll call out aloud without
Inviting you

Please won't you lead me back
Please won't you lead me back

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