The Antlers - "Parade"
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- Опубліковано 16 чер 2014
- "Parade" from the album 'Familiars' by The Antlers
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Art by Darby Cicci
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Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade-
A great excuse for celebration of the mess they've made.
But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity’s worth,
‘cause we're already here, in the same place when our phones don't work.
So then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at all,
and I’m getting ready for when everything is wonderful
for just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in blood,
in a meadow, uncut and understood.
We can be an island apart from a ceaseless war on our heart,
Harbored in a fortress insurmountable,
Taller than affliction, safe wherever we are.
Erasing horror and disgust,
Rewinding the sorrow and the rust.
Before our suffering’s suffering, hadn’t we suffered enough?
On the morning that we're both 19 and newly on our own,
and all we know is “each other” and invisible homes,
we find two empty seats in the back of a car in an empty parking lot,
where all our bridges are abandoned and the cops have forgot.
And I can feel the difference when the day begins,
like all I know is, "This year will be the year we win."
We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades
and start again, before the memory of the mess we've made.
sometimes i like songs so much it hurts
yep!
This hits a little different now.
This song is absolutely gorgeous. It's also inspiring to want to find a relationship that's even somewhat close as to relate to the feelings described. But also depressing since I've lost so many that could've been.
I want to throw a parade for love instead of loss..
Hello from 2018. This album really stuck with me, it's sort of the perfect record for making dinner on a cool summer evening.
This song makes me cry, it's beautiful.
Been playing this on repeat. Can't begin to describe how much this song has helped me out
This photo and the one for "surrender" perfectly encapsulate the emotion of the song.
No doubt the best song this year, damn underrated!!
I agree. This was easily my favorite song off the album.
My favourite track off the album :)!
Can't stop listening to this. So beautiful.
I hope we grow.. live.. learn some
More.. and find our way back into each other’s arms.
I’ll
Always
Love
You.
just discovered them and this gem. i love anything with trumpets so win win with the sublime lyrics..
The song for 2020 right here
their drummer is highly underrated
Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade
A great excuse for celebration of the mess they've made
But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity’s worth
‘cause we're already here, in the same place when our phones don't work
So then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at all
And i’m getting ready for when everything is wonderful
For just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in blood
In a meadow, uncut and understood
We can be an island apart from a ceaseless war on our heart
Harbored in a fortress insurmountable
Taller than affliction, safe wherever we are
Erasing horror and disgust
Rewinding the sorrow and the rust
Before our suffering’s suffering, hadn’t we suffered enough?
On the morning that we're both 19 and newly on our own
And all we know is “each other” and invisible homes
We find two empty seats in the back of a car in an empty parking lot
Where all our bridges are abandoned and the cops have forgot
And I can feel the difference when the day begins
Like all I know is, "this year will be the year we win."
We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades
And start again, before the memory of the mess we've made
Hello from 2021. I've been listening to this song since the start of 2020. This song has helped me through the year a lot. It's in my top 3 on spotify, haha. I'll always come back to this video.
love you guys. you’ll always be my favourite band
LYRICS
Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade
A great excuse for celebration of the mess they've made
But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity's worth
'cause we're already here, in the same place when our phones don't work
So then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at all
And i'm getting ready for when everything is wonderful
For just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in blood
In a meadow, uncut and understood
We can be an island apart from a ceaseless war on our heart
Harbored in a fortress insurmountable
Taller than affliction, safe wherever we are
Erasing horror and disgust
Rewinding the sorrow and the rust
Before our suffering's suffering, hadn't we suffered enough?
On the morning that we're both 19 and newly on our own
And all we know is "each other" and invisible homes
We find two empty seats in the back of a car in an empty parking lot
Where all our bridges are abandoned and the cops have forgot
And I can feel the difference when the day begins
Like all I know is, "this year will be the year we win."
We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades
And start again, before the memory of the mess we've made
“Hadn’t we suffered enough?”
I love this song awesome !
Wow 🥺
The beginning of this song sounds almost exactly like the beginning of "Us and Them" by Pink Floyd. Not saying it was done on purpose, and even if it was, I highly respect it cause The Antlers and Pink Floyd are basically music GODS.
Than you. I sense this song was familiar hence the name of their album but couldn't put a name on it. Love this band. New York bound too has an eerie familiarity to my home state ;'( so beautiful.
I was just listening to pink Floyd for an hour and then I put this on. Didn't put 2 and 2 together until now. Very similar vibe.
Sounds almost like Jeff Buckley with Lambchop as a backing band.
song of the year or nah???
❤❤❤
Sounds like The The's 1989 song August & September.
but rlly though
havent we suffered enough?
Is the dude giving the crowd the finger?
Damn, I'm old as fuck! I remember jamming to this while writing several assignments in college 😅
I’m determined to break my iPhone by saying “hey Siri play parades by the antlers”
CAPOLAVORO
2022 happy hi my name Amy last year after year and that the Caribbean forums change postal normal I supposed feel like normal supposed happy joy club
Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade-
A great excuse for celebration of the mess they've made.
But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity’s worth,
‘cause we're already here, in the same place when our phones don't work.
So then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at all,
and I’m getting ready for when everything is wonderful
for just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in blood,
in a meadow, uncut and understood.
We can be an island apart from a ceaseless war on our heart,
Harbored in a fortress insurmountable,
Taller than affliction, safe wherever we are.
Erasing horror and disgust,
Rewinding the sorrow and the rust.
Before our suffering’s suffering, hadn’t we suffered enough?
On the morning that we're both 19 and newly on our own,
and all we know is “each other” and invisible homes,
we find two empty seats in the back of a car in an empty parking lot,
where all our bridges are abandoned and the cops have forgot.
And I can feel the difference when the day begins,
like all I know is, "This year will be the year we win."
We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades
and start again, before the memory of the mess we've made.
Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade
A great excuse for celebration of the mess they've made
But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity's worth
'cause we're already here, in the same place when our phones don't work
So then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at all
And i'm getting ready for when everything is wonderful
For just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in blood
In a meadow, uncut and understood
We can be an island apart from a ceaseless war on our heart
Harbored in a fortress insurmountable
Taller than affliction, safe wherever we are
Erasing horror and disgust
Rewinding the sorrow and the rust
Before our suffering's suffering, hadn't we suffered enough?
On the morning that we're both 19 and newly on our own
And all we know is "each other" and invisible homes
We find two empty seats in the back of a car in an empty parking lot
Where all our bridges are abandoned and the cops have forgot
And I can feel the difference when the day begins
Like all I know is, "this year will be the year we win."
We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades
And start again, before the memory of the mess we've made
Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade
A great excuse for celebration of the mess they've made
But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity's worth
'cause we're already here, in the same place when our phones don't work
So then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at all
And i'm getting ready for when everything is wonderful
For just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in blood
In a meadow, uncut and understood
We can be an island apart from a ceaseless war on our heart
Harbored in a fortress insurmountable
Taller than affliction, safe wherever we are
Erasing horror and disgust
Rewinding the sorrow and the rust
Before our suffering's suffering, hadn't we suffered enough?
On the morning that we're both 19 and newly on our own
And all we know is "each other" and invisible homes
We find two empty seats in the back of a car in an empty parking lot
Where all our bridges are abandoned and the cops have forgot
And I can feel the difference when the day begins
Like all I know is, "this year will be the year we win."
We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades
And start again, before the memory of the mess we've made