เนื้อเพลง Little Viola Hidden in the Orchestra - Of Montreal
เนื้อเพลง Little Viola Hidden in the Orchestra
Miniature woodwinds whistle underwater
While electric eels make the ocean warm in summer
Olives that were left on the sand become bathing beach bunnies
Being wooed by seashells singing elegant choruses
Little Viola Hidden in the Orchestra, how I love to pretend the sounds you make are flowers that slowly encircle the band.
That curl around each note that's played. The audience charmed by the floating garden of music giddily pick musical floral bouquets
And now its time for the play
The actor in the center of the stage looks sadly at a teacup, reads a poem off the teacup, and covers his face with a page of a poem on the teacup, and sings, "What a terrible lie you told me - that your heart was mine to buy. All those feelings you implied, it all was just terrible lies . . . oh, what a terrible lie."
Do you remember in the first verse when I told you
About the seashells singing?
Well, if you want to hear what it sounds like
You just have to listen in
I will be a good boy and never tell you
The bad things that I think about
The nasty little things
I'll keep them to myself
I will be a good boy and never tell you
The bad things that I think about
The dirty little things
I'll keep them to myself
I will be a good boy and never tell you
The bad things that I think about
The sinister things
I'll keep them to myself