Dirty Projectors - Somberly, Kimberly lyrics

[Dirty Projectors - Somberly, Kimberly lyrics]

I read the furrows in their brow and
Between the lines of our ageless
Faces the way it braces on a
Man of forty surely means something

Jacketed diplomats, the conferring like
A chorus of walrus
Or a wall with dryers in the
Laundromat rumbling in sonorous unison

There in me

The souped-up Hondas stalled in
Traffic on Bruneside
Burping their subwoof like a
Council of bullfrogs

Somberly, Kimberly
They install the settling evening

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