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God Dies by the Wayside

from Anyways by The Boudoirs

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God dies by the wayside
In a corner of the night
In corners of jet mouths
God pants, smeared by movement
On a tapestry sublimed
With washing instructions
It dies as names like Abilene
Slip under carotid tongues
As connection rides on limitless
All power, no innocence
Obsession, cry on me now
Obsession, cry on me now
All on the ennui motorboat
Speed over the promise lake
All revved up, vultures in the fuzz
Transpire as children at play
This water spills over
From the grind of a million wakes
Knee-deep and in rainbows
A slurry of platitudes
One canon, one canyon
One kodak, one ketamine
She’s random, they’re in tandem
You’re young and you say damn them
Obsession, cry on me now
Obsession, come on me now
God dies by the wayside
In a corner of the night
In crosses of jet streams
God chokes in the paper
In the signatures and lines
And wanton vacations
Get your head out this sad
Cavity where light shines
Only when something suspect comes up
Tilt your head: evening sky
Makes for sweet crème brulee
Clouds burnt to a dead perfect crisp
Put the sub to the sour
The low to the lime
Baby I feel inclined to get high
Get me off in the sun
To the honeybee drum
Keep me down where I’m yet one more wisp
In the straw, in your hair, on the wind
At this rate just in time for the final hours
We’re a monk and a nun tending grace
In havens removed
From our sallow race
Walk a sleet-spangled path
In anemone strides
Taking care in our steps like the blind
And when rubbing one’s eyes
Feels like rubbing one out
Lay ourselves on the fluff
And go out of our minds
Think if God stuck it out, we’d awake
Come one stunned afternoon of the roomier orbit
But what hand shakes us loose in the prime
Had better retreat, it’s not a good time.
A mire in my eyes
Mire in my eyes
Mire in my eyes
And in my ire
A mire in my eyes
Mire in my eyes
Mire in my eyes
And in my ire

Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff

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from Anyways, released October 7, 2013

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Ryan Hoeve / Andrei Poukhovski /
Yvan Sheremetieff

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