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Draft dodging with your posh girlfriend

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When the dogs came, ran we to shelter,
our boots wet under the snow
between windmills, cellars and beams,
smoke in our eyes, like it all was a dream.

There were two locks under the dresser.
When night fell, we burned their buildings,
their flags, down in bitter defeat.
Those were the days that were wicked and sweet.

Then the spring came; all things were silent.
The sun crept in through the holes
of abandoned hovels and homes.
We were so free with no lives of our own.

Now the clock ticks,
And I'm bored by your beauty,
now the page turns
and I'm sick of your smiles,
now the wax drips,
and your bed doesn't suit me,
now the wick burns.
and you no longer move me,
but I'm still afraid of your halothane eyes.

Now we're titled and troubled with no one to blame,
and it seems like a strange way to live.
Oh, I've heard the sermon and I've heard the Name;
there are some things I cannot forgive.
Ivory, marble, and African brass,
my vision's transfixed and at last I collapse on the floor.


Oh, the grey lords step out from the shadows,
their fields dry. Drunk in the harbor,
they dance bare on the fisherman's pier.
I merely stare at your great chandelier,

for it's your voice, curling around me,
your lace and your linen that keeps me concealed
from the red hands and the ebony ears
in this burned-out apartment while time disappears.

Now the clock ticks,
And I'm bored by your beauty,
and the page turns,
and I'm sick of your smiles,
and the wax drips,
and your bed doesn't suit me,
and the wick burns.
and you no longer move me,
but I'm still afraid of your halothane eyes.

And I wish we'd known nothing of porcelain skin,
of sapphires, rubies, and gold,
of the pallor of angels, of crystal, of sin,
and I wish that the air had stayed cold.
Why look away? There's no shame feeling small
when the men at the door and the clock on the wall
have us lined up, and torn down, and measured out, all.
Your face is obscure now, but I still recall when the dogs came.

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from Perpetual Spirals of Power & Pleasure, released November 25, 2011

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Wasted Wine Greenville, South Carolina

Wasted Wine is a band based in Greenville, SC. Their songs combine Eastern European melodies, Middle Eastern instruments, cryptic lyrical storytelling, and complex, suite-like song structures, woven together in their own strange blend of homemade prog-rock. Live, the band is often accompanied by Discordia Arts, featuring theatrics, dance, fire, and much more. ... more

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