Letra da Música The Latest Toughs de Okkervil River

ll the latest toughs, you’ve got to shrug them off or shut them off. With ten-thousand-time-told truths, you’ve still got to ask for proof. Ask for proof, because if you’re dying to be led they’ll lead you up the hill in chains to their popular refrains until your slaughter’s been arranged, my little lamb, and it’s much too late to talk the knife out of their hands. Well, I woke up on a foggy morning. Hiding from the sun, he was hiding from the sun. But it came out and it shot its rays down. Burning everyone, it was burning everyone. But they were dying, anyway, to turn to ash, to feel their feelings flash and finally fade away, in a fabulous and fiery display. Look, though, I don't know what notes you want to hear played, I can't think what lines you'd like me to sing or say, and I'm not sure what subjects you want mentioned. So pause and add your own intentions. We've included a form you can print out and fill out and send below:


All the latest toughs, well,
we have seen that stuff, and
we have seen enough blood in
dying coughs, which means that we have lost. We have
lost, and if you’re crying to
be tossed they’ll toss you
down the oubliette with all
the old things that you let
yourself forget because you’d
like to love a star who’d throw you down below the
ground he thinks you are.