Days Of Elaine (Long) - The Decemberists

Those were the days of Elaine

That was the phrase that she used to describe to her son

Of the fun she had had

Long before he went away

Long before days of the dole and the draze and the lull

But the call never came

To say, oh oh oh

Loitering lavender park

Laying about in the day and the dark of a room

While the noon passes by

Always on verge of collapse

Mother would quit and then suffer a lapse from the drink

You would think she was dead

What to say, oh oh oh

She say, oh oh oh oh

And the time that it takes, will it go so slow?

She laid on the brakes and she dulled the glow

Now, doesn’t it go so slow?

When you build it up to tear it down

You’re tearing it down

You tear it down

Those were the days

Those were the days of Elaine

The days of Elaine

The days of Elaine

A lover like Alain Delon

She followed him blind from saloon to salon

From the hills to the pills he would take

Father had died in the mines

Brother had shown no remorse for his crimes

When they strung him up he got all hung up on the scaffolding

But he say, oh oh oh

He say, oh oh oh oh

And the time that it takes, well, it goes so slow

She laid on the brakes and she dulled the glow

Now, doesn’t it go so slow?

When you build it up just to tear it down

You’re tearing it down

You tear it down

Those were the days

Those were the days of Elaine

The days of Elaine

The days of Elaine