Avett Brothers, The - Yardsale Lyrics






I wonder if this blade ran through someone's side
The blood wiped away to hide
How evil you grandfather was 'fore he died
But war can make monsters out of us all
I'm sure I'd become one if I was called
And then it would be my blade
Here at this yardsale

The guitar I am holding is way out of tune
The neck it is warped and the saddle is through
I wonder if sweet music ever was played
From the hands of a boy to a girl in the shade
From this rickety ghost of a song
Here at this yardsale

A dollar for anything here on this quilt
A price tag for hands from which all things are built
A blanket of voices speak pleasure in shame
Flowers of plastic and fruit of the same
A basket of nothing at all
Here at this yardsale

So if I had the money I'd buy everything
And cover the whole lot with good gasoline
And burn it for all that I care for the past
And rid mother earth of what never should last
And give her the present of ash
Made of a yardsale





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  1. I.... F....

    Love it, have since the first time I heard it.

  2. T.... T....

    It's funny because this seems like a very innocent simple song if you just hear the notes and melody, but at times if you really listen you just kind of back up and think, 'whaaat?'

  3. T.... T....

    I love this song. :) The next time I have a yardsale, I'll have this song playing the whole time. ;)

  4. T.... K....

    I love this so much

  5. K.... ....

    Man, this is great.

  6. T.... S....

    WOW!
    Everyone should give this track a listen.