Manchester Orchestra originated in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, where during singer/guitarist/songwriter Andy Hull’s junior year in high school, his talent as a songwriter was garnering the attention of fans and industry types alike. Hull opted to be home schooled his senior year of high school, so he could focus on writing and recording an album.
"Where Have You Been?"
They call holidays an option for a reason
I heard you're coming back to life just for the fourth
I've been catching all your ghosts for every season
I pray to god you won't come back here anymore
do you pray with him, too?
They should deliver all my blessings
in small brown paper handbags near the porch
I wished I'd known that you were bleeding while I sat
and watched you reading with the lord
I read with him, too
when you look at me
I'll be digesting your legs
cause I can hardly see
what's in front of me these days
and those days, too.
I've got to take what I'm making
and turn it into something
I've got to take what I'm making
and turn it into something
for you
I've got to break what I'm making
and turn it into nothing
I've got to break what I'm making
and turn it into nothing
for you
God, where have you been?
They call holidays an option for a reason
I heard you're coming back to life just for the fourth
I've been catching all your ghosts for every season
I pray to god you won't come back here anymore
do you pray with him, too?
They should deliver all my blessings
in small brown paper handbags near the porch
I wished I'd known that you were bleeding while I sat
and watched you reading with the lord
I read with him, too
when you look at me
I'll be digesting your legs
cause I can hardly see
what's in front of me these days
and those days, too.
I've got to take what I'm making
and turn it into something
I've got to take what I'm making
and turn it into something
for you
I've got to break what I'm making
and turn it into nothing
I've got to break what I'm making
and turn it into nothing
for you
God, where have you been?
Manchester Orchestra- "Now That You'Re Home"
Sweet Jesus I swear that I love you, no matter what the chariot says.
I'm biased and by this I'll judge you on weakness wrapped up in my own innocence
And I think that's fine.
My God you look so much different. From mirrors you looked like fool.
And your skin taste much better with aging not sweet like it was back in our Sunday school.
Just wait, don't go. We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
Just wait, don't go. We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
Cause I heard that it can after all.
Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
I've been trying so hard to be good again
Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
I've been trying so hard to be good
Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
I've been trying so hard to be good again
Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
I've been trying pretty hard to be good
Well now that you're home I can see again, I can see again
Now that you're home I can see again, God I can see
Manchester Orchestra- Play it again Sam
lift your skinny fists up in the sky.
Packed a change of clothes and left in the middle of July, 2005.
And when the glass it hit the wall,
mother cried and the cops were called.
The day you said goodbye.
Your father left his work by one or two.
To a crying telephone, his wife was on the other side of you.
Really did it this time.
The Lord looks down and begins to cry.
The day you said goodbye.
And I know you've been abandoned.
But don't abandon ship on me.
Just know like a winter white as snow you've been forgiven.
Come back to me.
And I know right now that don't mean anything.
Your skinny legs bounced up into the sky.
I tried to tell you to be careful not to jump that high.
With your fingers crossed you fall against the ground. I saw it all.
The day you tried to fly.
When the red and blue lights meet the sea.
Your eyes were glazed and honestly can you remember anythin?
And when the others ran away I prayed to God they wouldn't stay.
But sometimes he doesn't listen.
From a father to his daughter,
my protical child come back to me.
From a sinner to his maker,
your protical son is on his knees.
Sweet God please hold on to me.
Sweet God hold her please oh please.
The day she tries to fly.
Hold me the day I try to fly.
lift your skinny fists up in the sky.
Packed a change of clothes and left in the middle of July, 2005.
And when the glass it hit the wall,
mother cried and the cops were called.
The day you said goodbye.
Your father left his work by one or two.
To a crying telephone, his wife was on the other side of you.
Really did it this time.
The Lord looks down and begins to cry.
The day you said goodbye.
And I know you've been abandoned.
But don't abandon ship on me.
Just know like a winter white as snow you've been forgiven.
Come back to me.
And I know right now that don't mean anything.
Your skinny legs bounced up into the sky.
I tried to tell you to be careful not to jump that high.
With your fingers crossed you fall against the ground. I saw it all.
The day you tried to fly.
When the red and blue lights meet the sea.
Your eyes were glazed and honestly can you remember anythin?
And when the others ran away I prayed to God they wouldn't stay.
But sometimes he doesn't listen.
From a father to his daughter,
my protical child come back to me.
From a sinner to his maker,
your protical son is on his knees.
Sweet God please hold on to me.
Sweet God hold her please oh please.
The day she tries to fly.
Hold me the day I try to fly.
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