Uploaded May 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
"Orielle"
[verse 1]
Orielle works the late shift now
Black wool sweater, tired mouth
I buy cigarettes I don’t need
Just to hear her talk to me
Stand outside beneath the light
Rain comes down most every night
She lets strangers drift on through
Orielle, I wanna go home with you
[chorus]
How many bad loves
How many last calls
How many nights watching you fall
Do I wait through
Till I get you?
Orielle
Orielle
[verse 2]
My friends say I move too slow
Maybe they’re right, I don’t know
Every night I buy the same thing
Hoping she remembers me
Heard she left another flat
Another drunk she won’t call back
Another box beside the curb
Another year outside her world
[chorus]
How many dead stars
How many cheap bars
How many boys
Do you go through
Till you let me
Go home with you?
Orielle
Orielle
[bridge]
I don’t wanna save your soul
I just wanna grow old slow
Watch TV and fall asleep
Put your cold feet next to me
[outro]
How many bad dreams
How many maybes
How many strangers call you “Baby”
Till your whole world
Lets me in?
Orielle
Orielle
Orielle
"Orielle"
[verse 1]
Orielle works the late shift now
Black wool sweater, tired mouth
I buy cigarettes I don’t need
Just to hear her talk to me
Stand outside beneath the light
Rain comes down most every night
She lets strangers drift on through
Orielle, I wanna go home with you
[chorus]
How many bad loves
How many last calls
How many nights watching you fall
Do I wait through
Till I get you?
Orielle
Orielle
[verse 2]
My friends say I move too slow
Maybe they’re right, I don’t know
Every night I buy the same thing
Hoping she remembers me
Heard she left another flat
Another drunk she won’t call back
Another box beside the curb
Another year outside her world
[chorus]
How many dead stars
How many cheap bars
How many boys
Do you go through
Till you let me
Go home with you?
Orielle
Orielle
[bridge]
I don’t wanna save your soul
I just wanna grow old slow
Watch TV and fall asleep
Put your cold feet next to me
[outro]
How many bad dreams
How many maybes
How many strangers call you “Baby”
Till your whole world
Lets me in?
Orielle
Orielle
Orielle





![28 year calendar
Twenty-Eight Month Calendar
[Chorus]
I bought one clock and it still works fine
Turns ahead, turns back on time
If we can move the hour twice a year
We can reorganize our minds
I bought one clock, I didn’t complain
So why am I buying a calendar again
[Verse 1]
Every January, same routine
Brand new grid, brand new dream
I don’t replace my fridge or stove
Just because the month has moved
Paper squares with numbers neat
Twelve months later obsolete
Tick tick tick, the clock just stays
Calendar discarded, clock remains
[Chorus]
I bought one clock and it still works fine
Turns ahead, turns back on time
If we can move the hour twice a year
We can reorganize our minds
I bought one clock, I didn’t complain
So why am I buying a calendar again
[Verse 2]
Landfill filled up with days gone by
Recycling’s better, but still why
We all nod like this makes sense
A new calendar, the same events
But the math is patient, calm, and kind
Twenty-eight years, the weeks align
Same old Mondays come back home
So why isn’t a twenty-eight year calendar sold
[Chorus]
I bought one clock and it still works fine
Turns ahead, turns back on time
If we can move the hour twice a year
We can reorganize our minds
I bought one clock, I didn’t complain
So why am I buying a calendar again
[Bridge]
You’re saying, “That’s a lot of pages, mate”
Do the sums before you escalate
Three-three-six if you count the months
That’s a paperback, not a stunt
Daily version? No thank you, friend
Ten thousand pages, that’s where I end
That’s a monster, mythological
Ray Harryhausen, ecological
[Chorus]
I bought one clock and it still works fine
Turns ahead, turns back on time
If we can move the hour twice a year
We can reorganize our minds
I bought one clock, I didn’t complain
So why am I buying a calendar again
[Outro]
Sell me one twenty-eight year calendar, I’ll make it last
I’ve learned the trick, and done the math
At the end of twenty-eight years, flip it over, start again
When you die, you can will it to a friend
One calendar for twenty-eight revolutions round the sun
It’s a great idea
And its time has come 28 year calendar](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Rb_Om_nrC4s/mqdefault.jpg)




