Animal Collective Banshee Beat Lyrics
            Oh, there'll be time to get by;
            I get dry after the swimming pool.
            Oh, there'll be time to just cry;
            Or wonder why it didn't work out.
            Oh, there'll be time to fish fry
            for letters by yours truly.
            Yours truly.
        
            Someone in my dictionary's up to no good,
            I never find the very special words I should.
            And so I have another party with a water glass,
            and I sit on all your actions, it's a birthing game.
            And I bet he needs a shower 'cause he's just like me,
            but the soldiers in the painting know your secret face.
            Well your parrot told me just how I can make you smile.
            'Gonna let you do your thinkin' if you need a while.
            But what I gave you made him get mad,
            a little bit funny how a thing like that
            could travel through one mouth in through another,
            and the next thing you know you gotta hear it from your brother.
            And the words they sting, like a stump of old wasps.
            Do you remember when I said, "Go throw the rock in there,"
            and we ran through the woods to our good house,
            but you forgot about the things that he could say like,
            "I don't think that I like you anymore,
            well I found new feelings at the feeling store.
            And I can't find you at our kissing place;
            well I'm scared of those new pair of eyes you have."
            So I duck out, go down to find the swimming pool.
            Hop the fence, leave the street, and wet your feet to find the swimming pool.
            'Cause when I'd snuffed out I doubt I'd find the swimming pool.
            Hop the fence, leave the street, and wet your feet to find the swimming pool.
        
            But I don't wish that I was dead.
            No, a very old friend of mine once said
            that either way you look at it
            you have your fits, I have my fits,
            but feeling is good.
        
            Confusion's not a kidney stone in my brain.
            If we're miscommunicating, do we feel the same?
            'Cause either way you look at it
            you have your fits, I have my fits,
            and feeling is good.
        
            So I duck out, go down to find the swimming pool.
            Hop the fence, leave the street, and wet your feet to find the swimming pool.
            'Cause when I'd snuffed out I doubt I'd find the swimming pool.
            Hop the fence, leave the street, and wet your feet to find the swimming pool.
        
            If you give a little,
            you can get a little bit.
        
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