The Decemberists - Oh No! (Live from Hallowed Halls)

The Decemberists - Oh No! (Live from Hallowed Halls) Stream The Song: Pre-order/Pre-save As It Ever Was, So It Will Be Again (Out June 14): See Upcoming Tour Dates: Colin Meloy - Vocals, guitar Jenny Conlee - Accordion Nate Query - Bass Chris Funk - Baritone Saxophone John Moen - The Drums Victor Nash - Trumpet Lizzie Ellison - Electric Guitar, Vocals Bob Beahan - Percussion Production Company - Mural Studios Director - Andrew Ching DP - Quang Nguyen 1st AC - William Tang Camera Op - Andrew Rutherford Gaffer - Nathan Miles Key Grip - Jason Lee Art Director - Brooke Furrow PA - Kate Zinke Editors - Andrew Ching and Quang Nguyen Color - Quang Nguyen Audio recorded and mixed by Ross Harris Lyrics: It was on a wedding night How they danced by the firelight And the bride was well arrayed By her fifteen chambermaids As her father raised a toast To the health of all the host We descended from the apse To bear witness to the whole collapse And it’s oh no! We’re jumped up and ready to go Where do you think that the money comes from Do you think it just naturally grows? And it’s oh no! We lurk at the end of the row Listening for whistling, a bang from the drum And it seems that we’ve caught you in tow Between the devil and the devil you know In the back of the bazaar By the tramps and the muscle cars We have gathered two by two Just to figure out what to do Pretty Saro’s a sotted mess Gone and spoiled her party dress All her suitors so entranced Who will join her in the ambulance? And it’s oh no! I’m sure that you’d just love to know But what will you do when the rumpus is done And it’s time that we all were gone home? And it’s oh no! Kick up your heels in a row A song that is sung where my people come from And it’s best when it’s not sung alone Between the devil and the devil you know And it’s oh no! Dash him in one final blow Stick to the rackets, the heavy’s a hack And he’s singing pianissimo For the devil and the devil you know When the casks have all run dry And we’ve laid our knuckles by Standing legless on the pews Shouting curses to our union dues Out beyond the city walls In the grotesque mountain halls There’s a darkness coming on So it’s best I think we rambled on And it’s oh no! On to the next bloody show You won’t feel so loose with a noose ‘round your neck When those cold winter winds start to blow And it’s oh no! One more before we go How can we ever get used to this dreck ‘Cause I’m sick and I want to go home To the devil and the devil we know To the devil and the devil we know To the devil and the devil we know © and ℗ YABB RECORDS, 2024