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Museum of Art

from Campanas by John Isaac Watters

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lyrics

She took my hands in hers
though they were caked in dust
she washed them with her tears and cried
what will be come of us?
lonesome when we stumbled hand in hand down to the sea
in lonesome death she mumbled I would die should you leave me!
Stand tall i said, and left her, and I raised the bottle high,
traced her red lips with my fingertips
and then go lay down and die,
lay down and die.
But the death I died was easy
and the tellin easier yetor I died to all else but her, yes I died to all regret,
like a flower finding water in a spring beneath its stem
or a mountain realizing a volcano lies within
we exploded ‘cross the desert, we exploded ‘cross the sea
oh how we were still expanding into distant galaxies
yes, galaxies
but her boots were built of iron
her ankles made of clay
her heart though gold soon grew to cold a place for me to lay
and her eyes though brightly shining
were only diamonds laid in lace
she shattered like all statues do beneath progress and pace
she was torn from the city
at the center of my heart
and they took her head and placed it in
a cold museum of art
museum of art
so do not worship gods of iron
mortar rounds or hand grenades
find the prisoners and untie them
dig the dead up from their grave
we be marching resurrection
toward a city without stain
we’ve begun the insurrection
no more hiding out in caves
stand tall i say in laughter and i raise the bottle high
trace your red lips with my fingertips
and then go lay down and die.
lay down and die.
so do not worship gods of iron
mortar rounds or hand grenades
find the prisoners and untie them
dig the dead up from the grave
we be marching resurrection
toward a city without stain
we’ve begun the insurrection
no more hiding out in caves
stand tall i say and loved her and i raised the bottle high
traced her red lips with my fingertips
and then go lay down and die.
lay down and die.

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from Campanas, released November 16, 2013

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