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lyrics

through the window the swans sing of the night before
the voices from the bottom of the subterranean lake
we know, we hear, we realize
somehow we know it’s all come to an end
the end, the dead end, we chant
somehow we know it’s all come to an end
sometimes I think I’m not even here, I’m far away
where the rocks have voices

why can’t we hear the voices, whistling in the graveyard
they seem to sing such a mournful song
we know, but do we hear?
somehow we know that something is wrong
we burn, but where is the smoke?
somehow we know that something is wrong
is there life if there is no hope?
we know, we scream

behind the window of my mind
I sit in the corner and pull down the blinds
it comes down to this, the song, we know, we realize
somehow we know it’s all come to an end
a grave left behind
I sit in the corner and pull down the blinds

falling, falling in the coal shaft of my mind
breathing the soul of decay deep into my lungs
arms reach out for nothing, empty hands grasping air
sinking my teeth deep into nothingness

I feel the wind in the marrow of my bones
blowing away the dead leaves of my life
there’s no weather here, no wind or rain
just the street waves blowing trash
through vacant alley dust in a gray Cleveland factory sky

the gardner digs a grave for himself
dirt, his shovel, the insects buzz
the vultures wait, he throws his body into the hole
I bury him and pray
I the priest, I the mourner
somehow we know it’s all come to an end

I sing the final song, the swan song
the angels and I, we sing fatal lullabies
goodbye, goodbye, we sing
for those who’ve forgotten how to die
goodbye!

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from Jesus Was Born in a Mobile Home (1984 version), released January 21, 2022
Robert Griffin: vocals, lyrics, music
Andrew Marec: guitar
Chris Marec: bass
Bruce Allen: drums

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Spike in Vain Cleveland, Ohio

High priests of chromaticism and absurdity, 1982-1985 Cleveland. Vox, gtr, bass shared by Robert Griffin, Andrew Marec, and Chris Marec, with Bruce Allen (82-84) and Scott Pickering (84-85) on drums.

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