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20060916 - The Dead Of Summer

from The Song Diary I by Paleo

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THE DEAD OF SUMMER


In the dead of Lilith summer,
jaws of dogstars drooling light.
The appalachian ocean murmers.
You can see the stars tonight.


Don't stop baby babe, don't stop,
pretty please with you on top.
You are burnt to death by fame,
and still I love you anyway.


In the dead of Lilith summer,
the shores of mercy have no knees.
The mundane egg beat by a globe.
I shooed the fly from Atlas' nose.


Don't stop baby babe, don't stop,
pretty please with you on top.
Dry as moths of wisdom's rain,
and still I love you anyway.


In the dead of Lilith summer,
we turned water to wine to blood
to mores law has slurred and stuttered,
the train of zeal dragged in the mud.


Don't stop baby babe, don't stop,
pretty please with you on top.
Though your heart be black with hate,
still I love you anyway.


In the dead of Lilith summer,
God worships the ground I walk on,
laughs the devil from a plane.
Before it pours, it first must rain.


Don't stop baby babe, don't stop,
pretty please with you on top.
Ably I call you sugarcane,
still I love you anyway.


Pretty please,
with you on top.


In the dead of Lilith summer,
we heard voices in the trees,
the trees of life or death and taxes.
We filed our secrets in their leaves.


In the dead of Lilith summer,
you and I made memories.
Pretty please,
with you on top.




DAS - Lexington, Kentucky, USA

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from The Song Diary I, released April 15, 2007

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