Saturday, March 04, 2017

Late March Death March by Freightened Rabbit

I cursed in church again, and the hand-claps all fell quiet
I watched the statue of you cry
The candle is blown, so we start the black march home
Through a stale and silent night

There's a funeral in your eyes and a drunk priest at your side
Staggering sermons never wash
There's no reproach, from a lit touch paper booth
Got stubborn marrow in bastard bones
Should we just get home, sleep this off
Throw some sorry's and then, do it all again, well...

Folded arms clutch homicide
The bridge is out and the river is high
This is a march death march, march death march
Yeah, there isn't a God, so I save my breath
Pray silence for the road ahead
And this march death march, march death march
Yeah I went too far

As we walk through an hour long pregnant pause
No grain of truce can be born
My bridge is burned, perhaps we'll shortly learn
That it was arson all along
Can we just get home, sleep this off
Throw some sorry's and then, do it all again.
Well like Bulver said, "less heart and more head"
So unfurrow that brow, and plant those seeds of doubt, oh

Folded arms clutch homicide
The bridge is out and the river is high
And this march death march, march death march
Ahh, there isn't a God, so I save my breath
Pray silence for the road ahead
And this march death march, march death march
The dead balloons and withered flowers
Sorry cannot save me now
And this march death march, march death march
Think I went too far

March death march, march death march
I went too far
March death march, march death march
Well, I went too far, I went too far
I went too far, I went too far
I went too far, I went too far
March death march
I went too far

WELL... EARLY MARCH DEATH MARCH REALLY...

3 comments:

Aaron Vattano said...

Reminds me of some song that would be written on the back of a cereal box. For the coded meaning turn the box upside down and cut out 10 proofs of purchase box tops and mail it in. We will then send you the code to understand the meaning of the song. But don't expect to be satisfied when you find out. Cuz it's just as trivial as the coded song. Sad

Dan Tschirhart said...

Hey, remember that's how I went to the Super Bowl in the 5th grade, because I saved Rice Crispies box tops

Those box tops are the greasy wheels that get things going in the world of cereals

As for the song - it's a much happier soundin' tune for what the lyrics are given ya

i do, however, appreciate the line - 'got stubborn marrow in bastard bones'

I'll have to start using that one

I do enjoy the Scottish accent

Reminds me of the Apple Scotland commercial - funny stuff

Pirate Aggro said...

Well, if you sent in all the box tops and finally got the decoder ring and decoded the message it would probably say "Drink Your Ovaltine."