Ah, Cremenville... from Ah, Cremenville by The Exploding Jazzookahs

Here is where the dead have died
and the dust has reached out to the sky,
where the only sound in the unobserved town
is tuesday afternoon sliding by.
Heave-Ho, Heave-Ho,
this town will cost you your soul.
Heave-ho, heave-ho, this town will swallow you whole.
Where rags and dogs and papers dust the blowin’ wind
and that cold wind speaks to each man like a falling star
and the bare trees scratch an angry patch of ugly sky,
like a ravid scar. Har har.
Blood and gut and shit and bone, we sing it’s lulling overtone,
dragged from its cloying earth for an hour, to lie beneath its dirt forever.
Heave-Ho, Heave-Ho, this town will cost you your soul. Heave-ho, heave-ho,
this town will swallow you whole.

• Classical
• choral
• new age
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• London