*The Decemberists*
Album: Castaways and Cutouts
Song: The Legionnaire's Lament
VERSE I
I'm a legionnaire, camel in disrepair,
hoping for a Frigidaire to come passing by.
I am on reprieve, lacking my joise de vivre,
missing my gay Paree in this desert dry.
And I wrote my girl, told her I would not
return, I've terribly taken a turn for the
worse now, I fear. It's been a year or more
since they shipped me to this foreign
shore, fighting in a foreign, so far away
from my home.
CHORUS
If only some rain would fall on the house and
the boulevards and the sidewalks bagatelles (it's
like a dream). With a roar of cars and the
lolling of the cafe bars and the sweetly sleeping
sweeping of the Seine. Lord, I don't know if I'll
ever be back again. La Da Dum Dum La Da Da Dum
VERSE II
Medicating in the sun with pinch doses of
laudanum, longing for the old fecundity of
my homeland. Curses to this mirage! A
bottle of ancient shiraz! The smattering of
distant applause is ringing in my poor
ears. On the old left bank, my baby in a
charabanc, riding up the width and length
of the Champs Elysee.
REPEAT CHORUS
INTERLUDE
REPEAT CHORUS
OUTRO
... Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be back again,
be back again, be back again, O be back again.
Oh oh oh oh oh, la la la la, la la la la, oh oh oh oh