The Decemberists - Oceanside [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Sweet Annabelle
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down 'til she's fast and sleeping
Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well- who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell
I'm on track and keeping

But oh, if I could only get you oceanside
To lay your muscles wide
It'd be heavenly
& oh, if I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lulling shores
To get you oceanside
Oceanside. Oceanside. oh

At rising tide, you're looking fresher than a July bride
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized
The field is right for reaping
Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er do well
Even though that's something I could never do well
I'm on track and keeping

But oh, if I could only get you oceanside
To lay your muscles wide
It'd be heavenly
Oh, if I could only coax you
Overboard
To leave these lulling shores
To get you oceanside
Oceanside. Oceanside. oh