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Dinah had come in from the fields
Behind her trailed a velvet cut dress
I do not forget the words of your Shaman
Your master sitting fat singing 'guess'!

I heard her on the piccolo
I heard her scream in the yolk of the moon
Her fingers like ice on its shoulders
Her linen in the bloody lagoon

I reached for the dark in the star
'Don't forget me' was the song in the wind
A butterfly grazing in a red kitchen
Where life and the blueberries are tinned

So long, fire in the pantry
'Forget me' sang the spider down the drain
Your master has ran for the hills
With a bible in his hand late for a train

The duke of gold
His son the impudent king
The woman standing in the square
The open veins of a city

And when we stare at the sun
My lady turns to rust
Should a riot between hearts
Cluster the mountains of lust?

All to shreds the quartet burns
A laxative of sound, a danger of love
Find me near your doorstep woman
Or I'll take the road and starve

And why? Why does the water run?
The clock is broken, bits of glass on the floor
Broken marble slates in the fireplace
Sing to me, baby

They smiled like you and I by the river
The flowers in her hair were knitted tight
A conglomerate of envy and the snow
And the water of the faithful so blessed and bright

And the choir of St. Andrews was enthralling
It was good to be in church for just one day
And the people and the Gods all surround us
Spinning in their suits, dresses and sunrays

For we are lost my angel from the gallows
Our hands are cold and lost in the autumn frost
And the sun is dead and buried beneath the clouds
We're lovin' but we're really not that lost

So make way for the guitar and the summer
Make way for the brass brand in the barroom
Find my woman deep beneath the heartbeats
And never rest to find the truth in June

I'll die in the hell of St. Peter's
Where the letters burn in a mist
And the calls of the crow are invented
A stranger comes to live on the fence

The empty eyes of a stranger
Trimmed in granite - a black knight
Riding to the virtues of freedom
The birth and the growth of our rights

Dinah had come in from the fields
Behind her trailed a velvet cut dress
I do not forget the words of your Shaman
Your master sitting fat singing 'guess'!