"Garden Of Remembrance" lyrics
Razor blade lip you didn't get that shaving
Is it scarification the story makers smile
I had to say it to thy face seditious rumours have been rife
The cunning folk are up all night sculpting men of clay
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live
Thou shall not mither my head instead
She left you writhing on the bed because you let her down
Arrested by the waning moon to plot against the paranoid
Well just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you
Behan and I shall write a play, a sympathetic study
He lived the best and worst, the invalid the nurse
When fluid spirits collaborate intimacy's used as a shield
The Simeon in me moves with zeal, we sip on our tar like tea
Oh, your love has gone
Oh, your love has gone
Into the garden of remembrance
A banshee's wail on a summer's day
A voice from deep within the cave
A soul supplanted by division
A famine and direct provision
The reefers on the reeperbahn
The haunted Hamburg morning fog
Cheap deodorant makes you gag
While waiting for the words to form
To move like this feels wonderful!
Oh, your love has gone
Oh, your love has gone
Into the garden of remembrance
She let go of your hand
Picked up the bag of cans
And sauntered into the garden of remembrance
Razor blade lip, did you get that shaving
Is it scarification
Your story makes me smile
Is it scarification the story makers smile
I had to say it to thy face seditious rumours have been rife
The cunning folk are up all night sculpting men of clay
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live
Thou shall not mither my head instead
She left you writhing on the bed because you let her down
Arrested by the waning moon to plot against the paranoid
Well just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you
Behan and I shall write a play, a sympathetic study
He lived the best and worst, the invalid the nurse
When fluid spirits collaborate intimacy's used as a shield
The Simeon in me moves with zeal, we sip on our tar like tea
Oh, your love has gone
Oh, your love has gone
Into the garden of remembrance
A banshee's wail on a summer's day
A voice from deep within the cave
A soul supplanted by division
A famine and direct provision
The reefers on the reeperbahn
The haunted Hamburg morning fog
Cheap deodorant makes you gag
While waiting for the words to form
To move like this feels wonderful!
Oh, your love has gone
Oh, your love has gone
Into the garden of remembrance
She let go of your hand
Picked up the bag of cans
And sauntered into the garden of remembrance
Razor blade lip, did you get that shaving
Is it scarification
Your story makes me smile
Writer(s): David Keenan
