Lamentations by Reece Sullivan
Tracklist
| 1. | Lamentations | 4:28 |
Lyrics
There were Lebanese writers with care I read
And poets for well written verses lay dead
And wished that I stood in their sted
Or laid like Proust, sick and in bed
There were stories I dreamed of and fictions I told
Like these bargain-bin, pulp, romance novels, unsold
See how my subplots would all unfold
And converge in a functioning narrative, whole
Employ me till I’m of no use
Then lead me to my death, ol’ muse
In whatever way that you might choose
For whatever reason that you accuse
This song of redemption was a song I sung
Late night lamentations rolling off my tongue
Hear me on my lone, lute strum
See me, friend, and what I’ve become
Employ me till I’m of no use
Then to my death, lead me, ol’ muse
In whatever way that you might choose
For whatever reason that you accuse
Alternative, unused verse:
There were empty theories that my teachers told
So much speculation that they hawked and sold
On loveless matter and mechanical souls
But their inflated salaries depend on it, though
Credits
Matt Cobb: oboe
Paul Buller: pedal steel
Clay Parker: mandolin
Kieran McIntosh: mixing and mastering
Artwork: Sarah Elizabeth Burke







