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Folding Chair
We have the following recordings of this song available:
2003-08-19Sin-e, New YorkShow DetailsDownload
2003-12-29The Living Room, New YorkShow DetailsDownload
2004-07-10Tonic, New YorkShow DetailsDownload
2005-03-30Bowery Ballroom, New YorkShow DetailsDownload
2005-04-01Paradise Lounge, Boston, MAShow DetailsDownload
2008-07-09Mann Center, Philadelphia, PAShow DetailsDownload
2008-08-15McCarren Park Pool, Brooklyn, NYShow DetailsDownload
2009-01-22The Bowery Ballroom, New YorkShow DetailsDownload
2009-06-09WRXP Radio, NYShow DetailsDownload
2009-06-17Beacon Theather, NYShow DetailsDownload
2009-07-24Apple Store, Soho NYCShow DetailsDownload
2009-08-12WRXP RadioShow DetailsDownload
2009-09-12Chicago TheaterShow DetailsDownload
2009-09-24Electric Factory, Philadelphia, PAShow DetailsDownload
2009-10-14Radio City Music HallShow DetailsDownload
2010-05-29Dillo Day, NorthwesternShow DetailsDownload
2010-06-13Bonnaroo Music FestivalShow DetailsDownload
Random Studio SessionsDownload
 
Come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand
And there's a breeze
There's a shadow
You can't see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies

Let's get a silver bullet trailer
And have a baby boy
I'll safety pin these clothes all cool
And you'll
Graffiti up his toys
I've got a perfect body
But sometimes I forget
I've got a perfect body
'Cause my eyelashes catch my sweat
Yes, they do
They dooo

Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo
Ooo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo
Ooo

Now, I've been sitting on this abandoned beach
For years
Waiting for the salty water
To cover up my ears
But every time the tide
Come in to take me home
I get scared
Now I'm sitting here alone
Dreaming of the dolphin song

Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo
Ooo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo
Ooo

Maybe one day you'll understand
I don't want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand
Till that day, just
Please don't be so down
Don't make frowns
You silly clown

Just come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand
And there's a breeze
There's a shadow
You can't see my eyes
And the waves are just a frothier version of the skies

There's a shadow
You can't see my eyes
There's a shadow
You can't see my eyes