Floridada Lyrics - Painting With - Animal Collective

Child of limousines 

What's the best place 

That you have seen all of the hands 

That you have shook 

Home of the queen of everything fancy 

Is there a smell 

That you can tell 

Gives you some peace 

Sends you to hell 

All of the beds 

That you have yearned 

Is there a dream to 

Where you'd return 

Where is the plight 

With the most stars 

Where do you drink 

By echo guitars 

What's the best shore 

Seen from a boat 

Miniature heads that 

Color the shore line 

If you could rest 

A minute to tell 

Get me some grass 

Iridescent shells 

I know there's a nest 

Fit with a hatch 

Sunset a glowin' 

Makes us all sweaty 

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I don't even know where to begin 

Or how I should start these days 

The green mountain south or 

The clay of the westerns 

The Maryland meadows at midnight they do have a misty grace 

Take a trip to Blue Bayou 

Find Roy Orbison cryin' 

A continent molded from glass 

Or maybe a town I can taste, dresses that glow on 

Girls from Barcelona 

I wanna discover the key 

And open the everywhere place 

A mix of sky from Montana 

Dipped in FloriDada 

Floridada 

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Old demented men 

Where is the place 

We can extend 

Crooked state lines 

Polka dot signs 

Say that this place is 

A state of mind 

Pretty lip girls 

Paint me the halls 

Not on a street 

Not near a mall 

Raise me a thumb 

From human skin 

That isn't judged by 

Where it begins 

Show me the clams 

Show me the pearls 

Mail me a note 

Sent from a world 

That isn't so far 

And always right here 

Where all the boundaries 

Have disappeared 

And all the nights 

Are stitched with a glue 

That's sticking to me 

And I'll stick to you 

I'll take your hands 

You'll take my face 

And everywhere home will 

Be a good place 

I found myself there a collagin' 

With all of the human race 

A dancer from Ghana 

Smiling in Tijuana 

I Frankenstein java with touches of Prada 

And corn on the plates 

A smear of Gardenia 

In the fair hair of Sweden 

And maybe I actually visited 

Some sort of mythical place 

Or was it a future 

Connected by sutures 

Oh let's go get lost in the image 

I made of the everywhere place 

I see the lads from Osaka 

Died in FloriDada 

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Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home 

The bridge that someone's fighting over 

A bridge that someone's paying for 

A bridge so old just let it go 

Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home 

The bridge that someone's fighting over 

A bridge that someone's paying for 

A bridge so old just let it go 

Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home 

The bridge that someone's fighting over 

A bridge that someone's paying for 

A bridge so old just let it go 

Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home 

The bridge that someone's fighting over 

A bridge that someone's paying for 

A bridge so old just let it go 

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