That boy was born in moon light, I wish I’d found him dead. This journey feels like and afterthought – alone I am again.
Now wishes fly through this afternoon, alarmed by man I am.I’ll venture into that crystal room and smash my head again.
Pressed dirt between his cleats
Black ashes on my face
Dead children at our knees
Red tears run down my face
Soft silk they will destroy
Shattered glass, crystal pieces
Green and white, red and brown.
GREY LINES OF SMOKE – AGAINST BLACK VELVET
INT TIME THEY’LL DROWN US ALL.
CRUSHED PETALS AT MY FEET
A CRIME DONE EXSTATICALLY
I didn’t mean it harm – I’ll act more carefully
I DIDN’T MEAN IT!
My darling you are so thoughtless, so ugly and so mean.
I’m bound to be locked up in silence, if I speak what I’ve seen.
From grungy windows
She looks outside
Someone is hiding - beneath the ledge.
Watch out – they are more clever than you.
Or they’re more foolish.
released September 9, 2009
VOCALS/ORGAN - VERA BEREN
PIANO - ABBY CAHN
LEAD GUITAR - JON DIAZ
BASS - JAY CAVANAUGH
DRUMS - Then EDDIE KLINGER/ Now PATRICK CONLON
Written by Vera Beren
Arrangements by The Ensemble
Produced & Mixed by V.Beren & Mark Birkey
Tracked by Dick Kondas and Mark Birkey
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