The Shins - Phantom Limb

[@MEbrickCo]

This whole album is absolute gold.

[@the_katman2181]

Indeed it is. Every song.

[@pietropes1322]

@@the_katman2181 Indeed.

[@porkquad]

I WAS LOOKING FOR THIS ALBUM I JUST FOUND IT OHB MY GOD ITS A TREASURE

[@scottwilson9621]

Indeed

[@jaredgaminde8394]

Indeed

[@alexandermuller8941]

These dudes are up there with the greatest songwriters of all time, for reals.

[@dparis2172]

I put them up there together with the Smiths and Judybats, and that's way, way up there. So poetic and musical... 😊

[@leiahensley5287]

thank god for my teacher introducing me to this band and song. definitely a favorite

[@abbygibbs9735]

[Verse 1] Foals in winter coats White girls of the north File past; one, five, and one They are the fabled lambs Of Sunday ham The ancient snow [Verse 2] And they could float above the grass In circles if they tried A latent power I know they hide To keep some hope alive That a girl like I Could ever try Could ever try [Chorus 1] So we just skirt the hallway sides A phantom and a fly Follow the lines And wonder why There's no connection A week of rolling eyes And cheap shots from the tribe And we're off to Nemarca's porch again [Verse 3] Another afternoon Of the goat-head tunes And pilfered booze We wander through her Momma's house The milk from the window lights Family portrait, circa '95 [Verse 4] This is that foreign land With the sprayed-on tans And it all feels fine Be it silk or slime [Chorus 2] So, when they tap our Monday heads Two zombies walk in our stead This town seems hardly worth our time And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme Too far along in our crime Stepping over what now towers to the sky With no connection [Bridge] Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh, ohh [Chorus 3] So, when they tap our Sunday heads Two zombie walk in our stead This town seems hardly worth our time And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme Too far along in our crime Stepping over what now towers to the sky With no connection

[@TheLethargian]

pretty sure its cheap shots from the trite

[@davidjohnston6053]

Oh heavens, what an amazing song

[@jessicakelley0]

This song gives me goosebumps all over my body....his voice is so lovely..❤️❤️❤️❤️

[@kazandraschellenger5505]

One of the most underrated best bands of our time.

[@osoimpopular]

The best hiden treasure of youtube!

[@martindytham3138]

I love this. Rather reminiscent of early-ish Beach Boys, certainly vocally

[@delossantosdm]

What a pleasant comment section ❤️🙏🏼

[@thebigbear4904]

One of the best bands

[@dizzyboxnine2656]

great song :)

[@scotthjackson5651]

unpopular opinion: the "oh wah oh" lyrics on this track were a notable if minor shark-jumping moment for the Shins

[@danbrennan7348]

He shit on his original band mates. Basement tapes illustrate the bands cohesiveness. Management

[@seanfranklin8346]

Best song ever

[@askingforthemoon]

When I first listened to this song I didnt understand a word, lol. But the lyrics are quite sophisticated so maybe that explains

[@jordioyarzun9615]

Este tema es de escuela,, y vengo del techno, ojo! jaj, grandes!

[@wiseman457]

Foals in winter coats, White girls of the North, Fire past one, five and one They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham, The EHS norm And they can float above the grass, In circles if they tried, A latent power I know they hide, To keep some hope alive, That a girl like I'm could ever try, Could ever try. So we just skirt the hallway sides, A phantom and a fly, Follow the lines and wonder why There's no connection. A week of rolling eyes, And cheap shots from the trite, And we're off to Nemarca's porch again, Another afternoon of the goat head tunes, And pilfered booze. We wander through her mama's house, And the milk from the window lights, Family portrait circa ninety-five, This is that foreign land, With the sprayed on tans, And it all feels fine, Be it silk or slime, So, when they tap our Monday heads, Two zombies walk in our stead, This town seems hardly worth our time, And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, Too far along in our crime, Stepping over what now towers to the sky, With no connection. So, when they tap our Sunday heads, Two zombies walk in our stead, This town seems hardly worth our time, And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, Too far along in our crime, Stepping over what now towers to the sky, With no connection.

[@ratk0zm0z]

xo ;)

[@sadikperez7564]

I want high tone songs please

[@sadikperez7564]

I want higher pitched please

[@kazandraschellenger5505]

This reminds me of the Tartarians.

[@thomyoung17]

Seems to be about some cool high school kids who like listening to the Stones and stealing boots

[@bradydavis5791]

😂

[@ratk0zm0z]

fitting