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The Antlers
The Antlers


Background information
Origin Brooklyn, New York, United States
Genre(s) Post-Rock
Dream Pop
Folk
Indie Rock
Years active 2006—present
Label(s) Frenchkiss Records
Website Website
Members
Peter Silberman
Michael Lerner
Darby Cicci



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The Antlers Album


Uprooted (2006)
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Last Folk Song
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I wanna stand in the middle
as a man with a riddle
With my arms out-stretched like a big erect
Swing around 360 degrees
With my eyes open
Ears open
My mouth tied shut
I'll give you Everything, everything, everything now.

. . .


I can't sleep in the waiting room
I can't sleep in the waiting room
I can't sleep in the waiting room
I can't sleep in the waiting room

I can't find the keys that open those doors
That let me on the stairs
And onto the roof
Where there's actually air
And room to swing my fists
And my ears stop ringing
I can hear everything

I can't stand on only one leg
I can't stand on only one leg
I can't stand on only one leg
I can't stand on only one leg

. . .


The atom's broken
and the strings are comin' loose
Foundation isn't holdin' up the house
So whats the use?
The dogs are barking
And cats don't land on their feet
Flash Floods don't Retreat

Ohh-Oh-Oh

Traffic Lights take to much longer to change
Well then
Speed up
Switch quick
And stop again

Construction stops
the sidewalks don't wad up today
The birds fall into the nest
and then
soon
soon
soon

Ohh-Oh-Oh

. . .


You shouldn't wait
You couldn't walk
It wasn't written out in chalk
It wasn't fate
It's not divine
The lacerations in your spine

But thats no way an excuse
I could have been so much better for you

You-o-ou should take it out on me
But you won't take it out on me
You should hate the water
You should hate the world

You-o-ou need to cut me out
Because I'll only let you down
And you deserve attention
I can't give you that.

I shouldn't feel that every week
I'm making promises I can't keep
Well that's not fair
That's not right
Cause you're not sleeping much at night

But I'm no good use
I should have been so much better for you
And all I've done in half a year
Is send one letter out of here
On your birthday Septembers end
And I haven't sent again

Because it's no use
Because I can't seem to stitch you

You-o-ou should take it out on me
But you won't take it out on me
You should hate the water
You should hate the world

You-o-ou need to cut me out
Because I'll only let you down
And you deserve attention
I can't give you that.

Because I'm no good news (?)
I should have been so much better for you

. . .


We can't keep living if it's not what we are doing
If all we are doing is waiting for death
We can't keep working, watching the clock
Putting on suits and failing our tests

We can't keep sleeping through all our alarms
We shouldn't set them at all
We can't keep commuting, sitting on trains
You had it right all along

Now it all seems easy to me

Now it all seems easy to me
Now it all seems easy to me
Seems easy to me
Seems easy to me

. . .

Last Folk Song

[No lyrics]

. . .


I threw the first stone, I broke the dome
And someone got stuck inside and fell to the floor
And I drove for hours, landlocked and blank
Hills all around me with no one to thank

Now when I got back here and climbed up my tree
And nobody saw me, I watched them so carefully
Trapped like mosquitoes sucking blood from your arms
Crushed so serenely, without an alarm

But you still want me back
In the room when it was cold
And we were locked and broken

I count the copies, I kept receipts
I kept the blisters on the bottom of my feet
Well I'm your assistant or maybe you're mine
But either way you see it, you won't make a dime

Because we don't want it easy, we don't like the plot
We don't take precaution when we know that we should
But if we both just admit it, that we both make mistakes
I think we can handle all the change and the headache

But you still get me out
When you kick me twice
And took the keys and put them in my hands

There's always something now, waiting on
If you just go now, you can leave
You can just go free

I fell asleep, accidentally so
And I didn't wake up 'til an hour ago
So I stood in the window, still half-asleep
With a stone in my hand, the criticisms I keep

I can't write conclusions that ever make sense
Cuz I can't end a story when I'm still on the fence
So I threw the last stone and that set me free
So I wrote no conclusion and came down from my tree

. . .


Trees are still trees if their roots are not deep
Even if you remove them
Branches and limbs are intangible things
That's a fact, but it's not been proven

I am alive but I am not blinking
I can't catch my breath, my ears are still ringing
Pull up my roots, I am replanted
I'm growing back, you can take it for granted

I'll abandon my flaws if you call off this song
Don't cut me down
I was reeling with drought, so I moved up and out
But I stay in the ground

I'm alive, but I am not blinking
I can't catch my breath, my ears are still ringing
I pull up my roots, but I am replanted
I'm growing back, you can take that for granted

Trees are still trees if their roots are not deep
Even if you remove them

. . .


whether you're aware of your limbs or of your hair
you're the spitting image of you in glass
you've got scratches on your arms
and you sleep through car alarms
who is stealing all the cars as you sleep

the knives can cut the locks
we can set back all the clocks
just to lose another hour away
we'll live twice in every day
that we keep the sleep away
i'll be good and keep my mouth shut
i know i can breathe
but that's not enough

i feel like i'm sleeping
and i can't wake up
i feel like i'm sleeping
and i can't wake up
i feel like i'm sleeping
and i can't wake up

i feel like i'm sleeping
and i can't wake up
i feel like i'm sleeping
and i can't wake up

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