The Wanting Comes In Waves/Repaid

The Decemberists

“The Wanting Comes in Waves/ Repaid” by The Decemberists

William:
Mother, I can hear your footfall now
Soft disturbance in the dead fall
How it precedes you like a black smoke, oh
Still the wanting comes in waves

You delivered me from danger then
Pulled my cradle from the reedy glen
Swore to save me from the world of men
Still the wanting comes in waves
And the wanting comes in waves
And I want this night
And I want this night, ah, oh

Queen:
How I made you, I wrought you, I pulled you
From ore I labored you
From cancer I cradled you
And now, this is how I am repaid
This is how I am repaid

Remember when I found you
The miseries that hounded you
And I gave you motion, anointed you with lotions
And now, this is how I am repaid
This is how I am repaid

William:
Mother hear this proposition right
Grant me freedom to enjoy this night
And I’ll return to you at break of light
For the wanting comes in waves, in waves, in waves
Still the wanting comes in waves
Still the wanting comes in waves
Still the wanting comes in waves
And you owe me life
And you owe me life, ah, oh

Queen:
And if I grant you this favor, to hand you
Your life for the evening I will retake by morning
And so consider it your debt repaid
Consider it your debt repaid, repaid, repaid

The Rake's Song

The Decemberists

The Decemberists- The Rake’s Song.
I had entered into a marriage
In the summer of my twenty-first year
And the bells rang for our wedding
Only now do I remember it clear
No more a rake and no more a bachelor
I was wedded and it whetted my thirst
Until her womb started spilling out babies
Only then did I reckon my curse
First came Isaiah with his crinkled little fingers
Then came Charlotte and that wretched girl Dawn
Ugly Myfanwy died on delivery
Mercifully taking her mother along
at can one do when one is a widower
Shamefully saddled with three little pests?
All that I wanted was the freedom of a new life
So my burden I began to divest
Charlotte I buried after feeding her foxglove
Dawn was easy, she was drowned in the bath
Isaiah fought but was easily bested
Burned his body for incurring my wrath
And that’s how I came your humble narrator
To be living so easy and free
Expect that you think that I should be haunted
But it never really bothers me

this song still gives me chills..