Animal Collective

Chocolate Girl


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I'll lead you around the ocean
Where grass grows
And remnants of you in devotion
My breath's out
Inhaling upon trees, it's frozen
And look out
And trace along the house where shit is frozen
Then holding
Quietly
The sound is dead
And sing in turn
In light
When life meets child, your only plight
In light
When ceilings smile, we'll sleep a while
In light
I'll take you for walks among the patients

She had a pretty dad
But she was growing out of playschool
Still she could kick and scream and play
Until she wanted to
My little chocolate girl
Her brother barely out of high school
Lived in a place where he could scream
Until he wanted to
Oh fuzzy tidy cat
And she could bury him in apples
And curl around a bowl of cotton
'Til she wanted to

Still she had to speak loud
'Cause hearing isn't, "I am here with them"
And we took
A picture, Sunday flowers in the garden
And quite late
Still drinking with the boys until it's later
And pray small
Your hopes of something better to show her
And holding tight
The sound is dead
It's singing time
In light
When life meets child, your only plight
In light
When ceilings smile, we'll sleep a while
In light
I'll take you for walks among the patients

She met a pretty boy
And they would dance between their elders
And she would cream until the wine she bought had settled in
My little chocolate girl
She used to love the stars of England
She slept on records and her market jewelry
From her school
Her colors matched the room
And she would twirl around the curtains
She had a hand to hold her chin up
When her friends walked out
The kid across the street
He'll keep around when she was changing
And he would wait and she would tell her friends about the boys
Her Mom and Dad at home
She had saliva in her pockets
She gave a girl when her last grace hath found thee, dig the day

So good, my chocolate girl
Oh won't you like an 'A'?

So put your lanterns on across the maze
So I won't feast on folly
Bell of the rain who brought the stings and dead
And who will pop the trade
'Cause I can't see you
I'll open up my brain again


Autor(es): DAVID PORTNER