Animal Collective Banshee Beat Lyrics

Oh, there'll be time to get by;
I get dry after the swimming pool.
Oh, there'll be time to just cry;
Or wonder why it didn't work out.
Oh, there'll be time to fish fry
for letters by yours truly.
Yours truly.

Someone in my dictionary's up to no good,
I never find the very special words I should.
And so I have another party with a water glass,
and I sit on all your actions, it's a birthing game.
And I bet he needs a shower 'cause he's just like me,
but the soldiers in the painting know your secret face.
Well your parrot told me just how I can make you smile.
'Gonna let you do your thinkin' if you need a while.
But what I gave you made him get mad,
a little bit funny how a thing like that
could travel through one mouth in through another,
and the next thing you know you gotta hear it from your brother.
And the words they sting, like a stump of old wasps.
Do you remember when I said, "Go throw the rock in there,"
and we ran through the woods to our good house,
but you forgot about the things that he could say like,
"I don't think that I like you anymore,
well I found new feelings at the feeling store.
And I can't find you at our kissing place;
well I'm scared of those new pair of eyes you have."
So I duck out, go down to find the swimming pool.
Hop the fence, leave the street, and wet your feet to find the swimming pool.
'Cause when I'd snuffed out I doubt I'd find the swimming pool.
Hop the fence, leave the street, and wet your feet to find the swimming pool.

But I don't wish that I was dead.
No, a very old friend of mine once said
that either way you look at it
you have your fits, I have my fits,
but feeling is good.

Confusion's not a kidney stone in my brain.
If we're miscommunicating, do we feel the same?
'Cause either way you look at it
you have your fits, I have my fits,
and feeling is good.

So I duck out, go down to find the swimming pool.
Hop the fence, leave the street, and wet your feet to find the swimming pool.
'Cause when I'd snuffed out I doubt I'd find the swimming pool.
Hop the fence, leave the street, and wet your feet to find the swimming pool.

If you give a little,
you can get a little bit.

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