Peacocks Songtext
von Ripe

Standing at a bar in Pasadena
Talking bout the peacocks
Talking bout a friend you have who may have started cheating on his partner
When suddenly you get real quiet and look over both shoulders
Like someone′s trying to listen

I can't help but make but make a stupid comment
Your shoulders are tight with tension
Furrowed brow like something′s on your mind and hey no pressure
But there are people out there busy lying their way into two separate families
That's a twisted business

She said I've been dyin′ to tell you
I said I′ve been tryin' to help you


If you feel it
I can keep your secret
You better believe it
I′ll never repeat it baby
If you feel it
I can make it easy
Unh, you know I mean it
I can keep your secret tonight

Waiting for a cab in eastern Cambridge
Talking bout attention (atten-hut)
Midway through you tell me I've been reading too much David Foster Wallace
Suddenly you get real close up
I smell smoke and trepidation
That′s a risky business

She said I've been dyin′ to tell you
I said I've been tryin' to help you

If you feel it
I can keep your secret
You better believe it
I′ll never repeat it baby
If you feel it
I can make it easy
Unh, you know I mean it
I can keep your secret tonight