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muddy summers and the dirty field whores - epilogue lyrics

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he watches them carefully for months, maybe years
noting what leads to their smiles, their tears
moulding the mask to fit with the hook
pencilling page numbers in his tawdry book

charts marked for strength, assets, and status
he observes how they deal with their lovers and haters
survivors taste better, he learnt
but their ticket would quicker be burnt

and so would he, though a banquet that stings
surely feels pity from fresh#damaged wings
that’ll do for a quick bite, a graze
amus#m#nt in the bitter long days

between chapters for most without order
but his focus will only barely afford her
anything more than his hungry t##th
while scribbling hard on a blank, fresh leaf

where ink’ll bleed dead through each side
like a murmuration that forgot how to fly
and while these words leave their own dance
he will not leave the rhythm to chance

so back to who’s worthy, who tips the scales
who can fill both his glass and his sails
weighed up with a handful of feathers and air
the sum of his efforts not too heavy to bear

like the impact of what’s now forever in pen
and the urge to repeat those same lines again
but impotence smiles between shadow covers
and the pages too thumbed to still tell of lovers

the dust jacket’s now too small for the story
he scans his notes, panicked, for who’s next before he
resigns to an epilogue in his old scrawl
and feasted till i could no more make them fall

and still the ink bleeds dead through each side
like a murmuration that forgot how to fly

- muddy summers and the dirty field whores lyrics

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