ORLANDO:
ROSALIND, I’M CARVING YOUR NAME ON EVERY TREE
CAUSE MY LOVE FOR YOU IS LIKE A SEED
THAT BLOSSOMS INTO THE FLOWER OF MY SOUL
AND THAT FLOWER IS WATERED BY YOUR BEAUTY
AND THAT WATER MAKES THE POLLEN OF MY DEVOTION
EVEN SWEETER FOR THE BEES OF OUR HEARTS
I GUESS WHAT I’M REALLY TRYING TO SAY IS:
FROM THE MOMENT I SAW YOU, I KNEW
ALL IT TOOK WAS JUST ONE SECOND TO KNOW
I WANNA MARRY YOU
YOU’RE THE MOST PURE AND PERFECT GODDESS
HEAVEN COULD BRING
I WOULDN’T CHANGE A SINGLE THING
I JUST CAN’T WAIT TO ASK YOUR FATHER FOR HIS BLESSING
THEN BUY YOU AN ANGEL WHITE DRESS
THEN BABY, I’M HOPING YOU’LL SAY YES
WILL U BE MY BRIDE?
I’LL LOVE YOU FOR ALL TIME
PLEASE MAKE ME THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE
WILL U BE MY BRIDE?
I’LL KEEP YOU SAFE FOR LIFE
WE’LL BE HAPPY EVER AFTER
JUST JOY AND LAUGHTER
WHEN WE RUN OFF IN THE SUNSET SINGING OUR LOVE SONG
AS LONG AS WE’RE TOGETHER, NOTHING WILL GO WRONG
GIRL, I NEED YOUR PERFECT SMILE BY MY SIDE
SO WILL U BE MY BRIDE?
WHOA
WILL U BE MY BRIDE?
OH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH
GIRL, I WANNA SEE YOUR NAME WRITTEN NEXT TO MINE
BUT FIRST I GOTTA THINK OF THE PERFECT RHYME
YOU GIVE MY LIPS A PERMANENT GRIN
I’D NEVER BE SAD WITH YOU, ROSALIND
I WANNA WORSHIP ALL DAY AT YOUR SHRINE
AT THE PEDESTAL OF MY ROSALINE
WAIT — IS IT ROSALIND?
OR ROSALINE?
EITHER WAY, GIRL PLEASE BE MINE!
TOUCHSTONE:
I’ll rhyme you so eight years together. Let the forest judge!
GIRL YOU GOT NO FLAWS OR SIN
ARE YOU A DOLL OR A PERSON, ROSALIND?
NO YOU’LL NEVER AGE OR START MENOPAUSALIN’
CAUSE YOU’RE FOREVER TWENTY-ONE TO ME, ROSALIND
LET’S TIE THE KNOT SO I CAN GET THESE PAWS OF MINE
ON THE SLENDER JAW OF ROSALINE! WHAT!
CAUSE YOU KNEW I WAS TROUBLE WHEN I WALKED IN
NEXT MISTAKE, MEET ROSALIND!
ROSALIND:
Peace! Stand aside!
ORLANDO:
GIRL, I FEEL LIKE I CONFUSED YOU EARLIER
WITH THAT FLOWER METAPHOR
SO LET ME PUT IT A DIFFERENT WAY
MY LOVE FOR YOU IS LIKE…
A HAMBURGER
RARE, BUT ALSO WELL-DONE
BUT IT’S NOTHING WITHOUT THE BUN OF YOUR AFFECTION
AND THE ONION RINGS ON OUR FINGERS
AND A SIDE OF TATER TOTS
LIKE THE TOTS WE’LL RAISE TOGETHER
BUT NO PICKLES
PICKLES GROSS ME OUT
WILL U BE MY BRIDE?
I’LL LOVE YOU FOR ALL TIME
PLEASE MAKE ME THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE
WILL U BE MY BRIDE?
I’LL KEEP YOU SAFE FOR LIFE
WE’LL BE HAPPY EVER AFTER
JUST JOY AND LAUGHTER
I WILL DIE WITHOUT YOUR SMILE BY MY SIDE
SO WILL U BE MY BRIDE, WOAH?
WILL U BE MY BRIDE?
OH I’M DOWN ON ONE KNEE
BEGGING YOU PLEASE
WILL U BE MY BRIDE?
OH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH
WILL U BE MY BRIDE?
(BRIDE, BRIDE, BRIDE)
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Dave is the master of writing endings that instill an ethereal feeling of hope within the person who experiences it. The Field is a perfect cap to the end of Octet and by itself it fills me with the calm tranquility of acceptance in situations where I feel like everything is wrong, like I'm unworthy of everything I have and happiness itself. It always reminds me to not waste anymore of my weird and precious time, arguing the nonsense of the wheel. playton
supported by 6 fans who also own “Will U Be My Bride”
This album: wow. It's perfect--not just because of the wonderfully grounded-in-the-quotidian but also numinous lyrics. Not just because of the gorgeous and musically meaningful arrangements or the superb artistry. Perfect also because it miraculously captures our individual and national grief, dread, and, maybe, hope-- or at least the sun on a hazelnut tree. A work of art from a humane artist who is an compassionate and careful observer of our time and place. Thank you! marymcd
New York duo showcase an enigmatic blend of math rock guitars, pop-punk sing-a-longs, emo confessionals, and even rave-ready synths. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 15, 2023