The Decemberists....See this ancient riverbed, See where all our follies are led....

Down by the water and down by the old main drag, I was just some towhead teen, Feeling around for fingers to get in between, Down by the water and down by the old main drag, The season rubs me wrong, The summer swells anon, So knock me down, tear me up, But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup, Down by the water and down by the old main drag, Sweet descend this rabble round, Pretty little patter of a seaport town, Rolling down the water and rolling down the old main drag, All dolled up in gabardine, The last flashing lee to appear nineteen, Queen of the water and queen of the old main drag, The season rubs me wrong, The summer swells anon, So knock me down, tear me up, But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup, Down by the water and down by the old main drag, The season rubs me wrong....

The Decemberists....Oh Valencia....

But I’m here with my hands on my heart,
Our families can’t agree I’m your brother’s
sworn enemy, But I’ll shout out my love to
the stars So wait for the stone on your window,
your window, Wait by the car and we’ll go,
we’ll go when first we laid eyes,
I swore to no compromise ‘Til I felt my caress
on your skin....Oh Valencia,
with your blood still warm on the ground
Valencia and I’ll burn this whole city down
Valencia, with your blood
getting cold on the ground,
Valencia and I swear to the starsI’ll
burn this whole city down....