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Rilo Kiley
Rilo Kiley


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Indie Pop
Alternative Rock
Years active 1998—present
Label(s) Saddle Creek Records
Barsuk Records
Brute/Beaute Records
Associated acts Jenny Lewis
The Postal Service
The Watson Twins
The Elected
The Young Veins
Website Website
Members
Jenny Lewis
Blake Sennett
Pierre de Reeder
Jason Boesel
Former members
Dave Rock



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Rilo Kiley Album


The Execution Of All Things (10/01/2002)
10/01/2002
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Let's get together and talk about the modern age
All of our friends were gathered there with their pets just talking shit
About how we're all so upset about the dissapearing ground
As we watch it melt

It's all of the good that won't come out of us
And how eventually our hands will just turn to dust
If we keep shaking them, standing here on this frozen lake

I do this thing where i think i'm real sick
But i won't go to the doctor to find out about it
'Cause they make you stand real still in a real small place
As they chartup your insides and put them on display
They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it

All of the good that won't come out of me
And all the stupid lies i hide behind
It's such a big mistake, lying here in your warm embrace

Oh, you're almost home
I've been waiting for you to come in
Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again
I think i'll go out and embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in the street
You say i choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me
Maybe you're right

Let's talk about all of our friends who lost the war
And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them

It's all of the good that won't come out of them
And all the stupid lies they hide behind
It's such a big mistake, standing here on this frozen lake
It's all the good that won't come out of me
And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust
If i don't tell you quick
Standing here on this frozen lake


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The paint's peeling off the streets again
And i'll drive and close my eyes in michigan
And i feel nothing, not brave
It's a hard day for breathing again
The heat is chasing off all of your friends
And their scattered bodies part to the shore again
And i feel nothing, not sane
It's a hard day for dreaming again

I'm not going back to the assholes that made me
And the perfect display of random acts of hopelessness
I wish i could stay here
But i think we're all ready, i think we're all ready

And i feel nothing, not safe
It's a hard day for dreaming again
Now that you've seen almost all of america
All you can say is, "where is all the water?"
The war has been over for years since you gave up

Last night, where the road had started
And last night, when my hands were choking you
Last night, when the room and your mood was dipping
And last night when the ropes were pulling you in... You said,
"hey, how could you love me this way?"
You said, "hey, i think we're all ready..."
I think we're all ready


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Soldiers come quickly, i feel the earth beneath my feet
I'm feeling badly, but it's not an attempt at decency
And if you're well off, well then i'm happy some for you
But i'd rather not celebrate my defeat and humiliation here with you

Someone come quickly, this place was built for moving out
Leave behind buildings, the city planners got mapped out
Bring with you history and make your hard earned feast
Then we'll go to omaha, to work and exploit the booming music scene and humility
And we've been talking all night

Oh god come quickly, for the execution of all things
Let's start with the bears and the air and then mountains rivers and streams
Then we'll murder what matters to you and move on to your neighbors and kids
Crush all hopes of happiness with disease 'cause of what you did
Lastly, you're all alone with nothing left but sleep
But sleep never comes to you, it's just the guilt and forever wakefulness of the weak
It's just you and me

The execution of all things


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Watch me fly away
Through the night sky yeah
Now that all you touched
Has finally turned to gray
And roads can't hold us down
Winds will move us around
With no need to return
To this gray town
Want to bet i can tell
You've been in bed for too long
So let's just say so long
And i watched you at the cove
You read on rocks below
And i turned home
Without so much as hello
Want to know where i go
I've been away for too long
And it's hard to leave
When i haven't seen
You in so long
And if we
Had just held out for tomorrow
We might have seen
What seemed so far away
We didn't even bother to stay
There it goes i can tell
You're going to keep
Your eyes on the ground
Waiting for someone
To finally come around
And tell you what you knew
That you weren't wrong
And it's finally time for so long


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Moods don't command you if you don't know what you're going through
There's love for you up where the population grows
There are friendly people in cities too, just ask them where they are going to
There's life and work up where the clouds meet the snow
And i don't waiting
I'm always one step ahead of you if you don't know what you're going through
There's laughs and fun up where the conversation flows

I don't mind waiting if it takes a long, long time
I don't mind braving the coldest winters of our time
I don't mind racing through our goodbyes

This is your last line of defense
You can sell your baseball cards just to pay your rent, yeah

I don't mind waiting if it takes a long, long time
I don't mind wasting the best years of our lives
I don't mind racing through our goodbyes


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Sometimes in the morning i am petrified and can't move
Awake but cannot open my eyes
And the weight is crushing down on my lungs i know i can't breath
And hope someone will help me this time
Your mother's still calling you insane and high
Swearing it's different this time
And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her
And that godnever blessed her insides
Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things
And crawl back into bed to dream of a time
When your heart was open wide and you loved things just because
Like the sick and the dying

And sometimes when you're on you're really fucking on
And your friends they sing along and they love you
But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absense
But you'll fight and you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile
And you'll be be better you'll be smarter
More grown up and a better daughter
Or son and a real good friend
And you'll be awake and you'll be alert
You'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
And you'll be a real good listener
You'll be honest you'll be brave
You'll be handsome you'll be beautiful
You'll be happy

Your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in
To the cries and the wails of the valley below
Your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in
And you'll fight it you'll go out fighting all of them...


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Hail to those who have come from the sunlight that surrounds you
Pray for those who have gone from the sunlight that surrounds you
Hail to whatever you found in the sunlight that surrounds you
Pretend all the good things are for you
Pretend all the good things are for me too
And the weather changes not halfway between your house and mine


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In my dreams, i see myself hitting a baseball
In a green field somewhere near a freeway
I'm all tan and smiling and running from third base
It's hot and the kids keep on playing the driving game
And they're singing the same goddamn refrain
And the sky is a bluish gray

It's become just like a chemical stress
Tracing the lines in my face for
Something more beautiful than is there
I've barely been gone

In my dreams, i see you at the foot of some mountains
And we're taking some pictures or something
And we'd better hurry up
It's late and the sun keeps shooting through pine trees
And the grass stains are wet on your new jeans
And we'd better hurry up

I've become just like a terrible mess
Searching the lines in my face for
Something more beautiful than is there
But the crowds keep me coming back
Cheering

In my dreams, i see you asleep in a twin bed
The covers pulled up over your head
Am i asleep or awake?
It's morning and the captain is playing the radio
And he's just put the paint on his new boat
Am i asleep or awake?

It just feels good when we're waking up
It just feels good when you're next to me
It just feels good when you're coming home
It just feels good when it's waking up
My slumbering heart

It's become just like a chemical stress
Tracing the lines in my face for
Something more beautiful than is there
I've barely been gone
I'm not a failure i swear
I wish you could see it from over there
I've got a lot over here without you
I've barely been gone
Dreaming


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All this talk about your sweet girlfriend
Is starting to pay off
And the charms that you got from travel
Are starting to wear off

And i hope that you
Smile tonight
Watching the last of your friends arrive
You'll smile and shake their hands

And the hero that you'd hoped you'd be
Never seemed to show up
And if i can keep from talking
There won't be time to give up

And i hope that i
Drive tonight
Into the last of the great sunrises
I'll smile and wave my hand
Goodbye

If things don't work out
Quite the way you planned
It's almost half past two and
I've begun to hate the way you
Smile so smile

And i hope that you
Close your eyes
Block out the pain
Of a thousand lives
I hope that you
Die tonight
Just close your eyes
There goes the light
Smile i'll brave it
While you wave your hand
Goodbye


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It's sixteen miles to the promised land
And i promise you i'm doing the best i can
Don't fool yourself in thinking you're more than a man
'Cause you'll probably end up dead
I visit these mountains with frequency and i stand here with my arms up
Some days last longer than others
But this day by the lake went too fast
And if you want me you better speak up
I won't wait
So you'd better move fast
Don't fool yourself in thinking you're more than you are
With your arms outstretched to me


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In steep cliffs with rocks all piled up mysteries of your passing luck
Ages past shells and bits of bone forming new limestone
To give things their turn
There are no bad words for the coast today
You never knew why you felt so good
In the strangest of places
Like in waiting rooms and long lines that made you late and mall parking lots
On holidays
There are no bad words for the coast today
When we hold our breath until nothing's left
It all starts to fade
We can see the stars from where the birds make their homes
Staring back at us
Indifferent but distanced perfectly projected endlessly
It's so fucking beautiful
There are no bad words for the coast today
Then you ask what's a palisade
And if we're too late for happiness?


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When dad moved out to a frozen land
The tv was jumping and it didn't quite feel right
The cards they came with pictures of frozen lights
And giant frozen sculptures
So big right beside him
Carved out of snow
We traveled all night
The clouds fooled us into seeing snow
As far as we could see
But it was summer and the sun came up
And never went down for two whole weeks

My mom she cried about money and time
And how she felt older
I didn't understand much
She left and i stayed
My dad played in the bar
I wondered if i looked like him
He was small evevn with boots on
He looked like an eskimo
And we were in alaska
In the airport i had seen or imagined a mural of an arctic scene
With seals and people that seemed nicer than me
Where they smoked and talked about the dissapearing ground

My dad was nice and seemed sorry for not being around
He left work early and took me to a skating rink
Where all of the kids in the world could have been
I was scared and tall with skates on
And my favorite jeans
There was a boy who wanted to skate with me
He held my hand
And we went around
More times i counted
By a mural of an arctic scene
I was looking at my feet because
It was perfect and the air was clean
My dad was there
It was summer's last eve
And that's how i choose to remember it


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