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Saturday, December 4, 2010

Shivery and the Stag

With glacial intensity we have cut and carved these lives
in the middle-of-nowhere school for poets and critics, royal dreamers
we drink hot chocolate on snowy mornings from purple mugs
playing records, fucking, crowning everything with laurels and cold stones.

In the middle-of-nowhere school for poets and critics, royal dreamers
we find the right song-fit, the right mouth-feel for I love you
playing records, fucking, crowning everything with laurels and cold stones.
The royal stag darts by the thick glass of the window

he's got the right song-fit, the right hoof-feel, darling I love you
shivery, I reach for you, as
the royal stag darts by the thick glass of the window
flying out of death.

Shivery, I reach for you, as
frozen white ghosts flutter down and all our footsteps walk backwards towards us
flying out of death
all of our old loves dressed up in winter weather, come to sing carols from beyond.

Frozen white ghost flutter down and all our footsteps walk backwards towards us
we drink hot chocolate on snowy mornings from purple mugs
all of our old loves dressed up in winter weather, come to sing carols from beyond.
With glacial intensity we have cut and carved these lives.

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