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==Lyrics== | ==Lyrics== | ||
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It's the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks<br/> | |||
Seashells washed ashore down by the docks<br/> | |||
Seashells washed ashore down by the docks | So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud<br/> | ||
So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud | Don't wait for the hour to give birth to doubt<br/> | ||
Don't wait for the hour to give birth to doubt | |||
In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight | In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight<br/> | ||
When trivial truths sit next to the taillights | When trivial truths sit next to the taillights<br/> | ||
When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum | When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum<br/> | ||
All carved in the shape of freedom | All carved in the shape of freedom<br/> | ||
Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon | Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon<br/> | ||
Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned | Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned<br/> | ||
And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store | And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store<br/> | ||
Like a work of art of uneasy rapport | Like a work of art of uneasy rapport<br/> | ||
The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read | The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read<br/> | ||
In the heat blurry air we're down in the field | In the heat blurry air we're down in the field<br/> | ||
Where to the choir of cicadas' jubilee | Where to the choir of cicadas' jubilee<br/> | ||
Among the clouds we once fell asleep | Among the clouds we once fell asleep<br/> | ||
The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales | The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales<br/> | ||
Old mothers singing rusty old tales | Old mothers singing rusty old tales<br/> | ||
Like revving engines keening sky high | Like revving engines keening sky high<br/> | ||
Yet theirs is never a war cry | Yet theirs is never a war cry<br/> | ||
So I'll be your lover now, brazen and bright | So I'll be your lover now, brazen and bright<br/> | ||
Like the flare of a match you struck in the night | Like the flare of a match you struck in the night<br/> | ||
Though what does a stray know ‘bout holy and true | Though what does a stray know ‘bout holy and true<br/> | ||
But I'll always come to your rescue | But I'll always come to your rescue<br/> | ||
Oh lord won't you hear your children cry | Oh lord won't you hear your children cry<br/> | ||
Singing their praise and their hallelujahs | Singing their praise and their hallelujahs<br/> | ||
I have no more words to describe | I have no more words to describe<br/> | ||
An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah | An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah<br/> | ||
So where is my lover, my firelight | So where is my lover, my firelight<br/> | ||
The line on the edge of truth and rumour | The line on the edge of truth and rumour<br/> | ||
We took our vows in the heart of the night | We took our vows in the heart of the night<br/> | ||
We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright | We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright | ||
|} | </blockquote> | ||
== Trivia == | |||
* Choir of Cicadas shares its melody with [[Olli Tukiainen|Ollie T]]'s [[Green Fields]] - an earlier version of the track.{{cite}} | |||
[[Category:Songs]] | [[Category:Songs]] | ||
Latest revision as of 07:31, 11 April 2025
| "Choir of Cicadas" | |
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| Song by Poets of the Fall | |
| from the album Ultraviolet | |
| Released | October 5, 2018 |
| Length | 5:04 |
| Label | Insomniac |
| BPM | 83 |
| Key | C |
| Producer(s) | Poets of the Fall |
Choir of Cicadas is the tenth and final track on Poets of the Fall's 2018 eighth studio album Ultraviolet.
Lyrics
It's the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks
Seashells washed ashore down by the docks
So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud
Don't wait for the hour to give birth to doubt
In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight
When trivial truths sit next to the taillights
When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum
All carved in the shape of freedom
Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon
Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned
And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store
Like a work of art of uneasy rapport
The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read
In the heat blurry air we're down in the field
Where to the choir of cicadas' jubilee
Among the clouds we once fell asleep
The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales
Old mothers singing rusty old tales
Like revving engines keening sky high
Yet theirs is never a war cry
So I'll be your lover now, brazen and bright
Like the flare of a match you struck in the night
Though what does a stray know ‘bout holy and true
But I'll always come to your rescue
Oh lord won't you hear your children cry
Singing their praise and their hallelujahs
I have no more words to describe
An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah
So where is my lover, my firelight
The line on the edge of truth and rumour
We took our vows in the heart of the night
We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright
Trivia
- Choir of Cicadas shares its melody with Ollie T's Green Fields - an earlier version of the track.[citation needed]