Biografia:
The Decemberists é uma banda de indie pop criada na cidade de Portland, Oregon.
Embora os Decemberists sejam geralmente classificados como indie pop, eles percorrem estilos musicais tão variados como rock progressivo e folk, utilizando instrumentos peculiares como o xilofone, o acordeão e o contrabaixo acústico. Suas letras fogem da angústia e introspecção do rock atual, contando histórias sobre personagens fantásticos e melancólicos como piratas
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Outras músicas:
- Bandit Queen
- Billy Liar
- Cavalry Captain
- Down By The Water
- Eli The Barrow Boy
- Engine Driver
- From My Own True Love (lost At Sea)
- Grace Cathedral Hill
- Lake Song
- Make You Better
- Mariner's Revenge
- Mariner's Revenge Song
- O Valencia
- Of Angels And Angles
- Red Right Ankle
- Sixteen Military Wives
- The Engine Driver
- The Mariner's Revenge
- The Shankill Butchers
- The Tain Part Iv
- Traveling On
- Why Would I Now?
- Eli, The Barrow Boy
- 121712
- 16 Military Wives
- A Beginning Song
- A Bower Scene
- A Cautionary Song
- A Record Year For Rainfall
- After The Bombs
- All Arise
- Angel Wont You Call Me
- Annan Water
- Anti
- Apology Song
- As I Rise
- Bachelor And The Bride
- Bagmans Gambit
- Ben Franklins Song
- Better Not Wake The Baby
- Bridges And Balloons
- Burying Davy
- Calamity Song
- California One Youth And Beauty Brigade
- Castaways And Cutouts
- Chimbley Sweep
- Clementine
- Cocoon
- Constantinople
- Culling Of The Fold
- Cutting Stone
- Dear Avery
- Decemberists
- Dont Carry It All
- E Watson
- Easy Come Easy Go
- Everything I Try To Do Nothing Seems To Turn Out Right
- Everything Is Awful
- Five Songs
- For My Own True Love Lost At Sea
- Foregone
- From My Own True Love Lost At Sea
- Her Majesty The Decemberists
- Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect
- Hurdles Even Here
- I 4 U And U 4 Me
- I Dont Mind
- I Was Meant For The Stage
- Ill Be Your Girl
- Infanta
- Isnt It A Lovely Day
- Isnt It A Lovely Night
- January Hymn
- July July
- June Hymn
- Kingdom Of Spain
- Legionnaires Lament
- Leslie Anne Levine
- Like A Lion
- Long Live The King
- Los Angeles Im Yours
- Make Julieanne Cry
- Mariners Revenge Song
- Mistral
- My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist
- O New England
- Oceanside
- Odalisque
- On The Bus Mall
- Once In My Life
- One Engine
- Perfect Crime 1
- Perfect Crime 2
- Philomena
- Picaresque
- Picaresqueties
- Please Daddy Dont Get Drunk This Christmas
- Raincoat Song
- Rise To Me
- Riverswim
- Row Jimmy
- Rox In The Box
- Severed
- Shankhill Butchers
- Shankill Butchers
- Shanty For The Arethusa
- Shiny
- Sleepless
- Soldiering Life
- Song For Myla Goldberg
- Sonnet
- Sons And Daughters
- Sporting Life
- Starwatcher
- Stateside
- Suckers Prayer
- Summersong
- Sunshine
- Tain
- Tain Part 3
- The Cap Street Girls
- The Crane Wife
- The Crane Wife 1
- The Crane Wife 2
- The Crane Wife 3
- The Crane Wife Parts 1 2 3
- The Day I Knew You Wouldnt Ever Come Back
- The Days Of Elaine
- The Harrowed And The Haunted
- The Harrowed And The Haunted Lyrics
- The Hazards Of Love
- The Hazards Of Love 1
- The Hazards Of Love 2 Wager All
- The Hazards Of Love 3 Revenge
- The Hazards Of Love 4 The Drowned
- The Infanta
- The Island Come And See
- The King Is Dead
- The Legionnaires Lament
- The Mariners Revenge Song
- The Rakes Song
- The Singer Addresses His Audience
- The Wanting Comes In Waves Reprise
- The Wrong Year
- This Is Why We Fight
- Till The Waters All Long Gone
- Tripping Along
- Valencia
- Valerie Plame
- We All Die Young
- We Both Go Down Together
- What A Terrible World What A Beautiful World
- When The War Came
- Why Would I Now
- Wonder
- Wont Want For Love Margaret Of The Taiga
- Yankee Bayonet
- Youll Not Feel The Drowning
- Your Ghost
- Zoot
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You hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers down at heel
This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing
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Los Angeles my love
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