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|Description||An experiment in musical necromancy, based on Vanessa's lyrics, in which old words are called upon to revive the long-dead.|
"I fashioned the tools by my own hand
Of cunningly scavenged tooth and bone
And found a lion waiting, aye"
"And August brings naught but fresh sorrows
For anyone who would read their weary head
How I would rest my weary head
Bleary-eyed, I stumble lightly
Through the carcasses and casualties"
Have you seen the headlines?
They say that we’ve poisoned the water supply
A pinch of this, a dash of that
When no one was looking
No forethought for the scales and fins
Blackened and lost"
"I am no Rotkäppchen
But I doubt you would catch me
If ever you tried or if you even dared
I’m sorry, but I have no grandmother
With whom I might visit or even break bread
In this neck of the woods"
"When the last days of autumn roll around
When the robins forage but few mouthfuls are to be had
Will they know by these hollow bones
That a little owl once sat
Proud in the heavens here?"
"My dear, let's build a home here
With our hands, we'll till the earth
We'll need no map or compass
No man will find us here
No man will dare come near
But we will skin the wolves that trespass
And we'll rest easier with our bellies full of light"