Okkervil River - The War Criminal Rises and Speaks

Okkervil River - The War Criminal Rises and Speaks. I do not owe any rights to this song. I just couldnt find it anywhere in studio version and i think this is one of the best songs ever written so it needs to be shared. By the album!
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The heart wants to feel.
The heart wants to hold.
The heart takes past Subway,
past Stop and Shop,
past Beal's,
and calls it "coming home."
The heart wants a trail
away from "alone,"
so the heart turns a sale
into a well-worn milestone
towards hard-won soft furniture,
fought-for fast food,
defended end table that
holds paperbacks and back U.S. News.
The mind turns an itch
into a bruise,
and the hands start to twitch
when they're feeling ill-used.

And you're almost back now,
you can see by the signs;
from the bank you tell the temperature
and then the time,
and the billboard reads some headlines.
The head wants to turn,
to avert both its eyes,
but the mind wants to learn
of some truth that might be
inside reported crimes.

So they found a lieutenant
who killed a village of kids.
After finishing off the wives,
he wiped off his knife
and that's what he did.
And they're not claiming that
there's any excusing it;
that was thirty years back,
and they just get paid for the facts
the way they got them in.

Now he's rising and not denying.
His hands are shaking, but he's not crying.
And he's saying "How did I climb
out of a life so boring into that moment?
Please stop ignoring the heart inside,
oh you readers at home!
While you gasp at my bloody crimes,
please take the time
to make your heart my home:
where I'm forgiven by time,
where I'm cushioned by hope,
where I'm numbed by long drives,
where I'm talked off or doped.
Does the heart wants to atone?

Oh, I believe that it's so,
because if I could climb back through time,
I'd restore their lives and then give back my own:
tens of times now its size
on a far distant road
in a far distant time
where every night I'm still crying,
entirely alone."

But the news today always fades away as you drive by,
until at dinnertime when you look into her eyes,
lit by evening sun - that, as usual, comes
from above that straight, unbroken line,
the horizon
- its rising
is a given,
just like your living.

Your heart's warm and kind.
Your mind is your own.
Our blood-spattered criminal
is inscrutable;
don't worry, he won't
rise up behind your eyes
and take wild control.
He's not of this time,
he fell out of a hole.

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• Okkervil
• River
• video
• war
• criminal

[Reinster321]

Bold statement but yes very good:)

[XeeGen]

Our blood-spattered criminal is inscrutable; don’t worry,

he won’t rise up behind your eyes and take wild control

Fucking brilliant

[Reinster321]

@XeeGen He fell out of a hole. Yeah fuckin goosebumps.

[DooleysDaddy]

Nobody hurts like Will Sheff hurts.

[ruazombie881]

The best Okkervil river song.

[TheTracecart]

@XeeGen While you gasp at my bloody crimes,

please take the time

to make your heart my home

so good. 

[Biverix]

So beautiful.

[kingof4rings]

You're my hero. I've been dying to hear the studio version for like 2 months. Great song.

[gitarrojoe]

The sound ist just awesome