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  • Текст песни Ghost Bees - Tasseomancy

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    shackles for bones
    a clover for a better pair of clothes
    in the kitchen, she would read the tea leaves
    to understand the faithful hand of god

    shtetl-skinned and rosewood eyes
    an 18-year-old orphan bride
    a luckless man was made to fight
    the czar's great wars with rash invite
    a dagger for impetuousness
    a sword for disappointment
    the devil for poor influence
    a thorn for false importance

    but who knew? who knew?
    the bitter lament that laid in that brew
    which nourished the fetus who dreamt and grew
    into a young son who would be forgotten
    cradle glass fallen, the swarm of a pogrom

    when you wake up
    she'll come running
    fuss and furrow
    to her humming
    "mama, mama
    hear them, they're coming
    to burn our village down"

    the arc of a wedding
    the arrow of sorrow
    the basin that's broken
    the bull means to borrow
    a coffin, misfortune
    a cage of proposal
    the fern sees an unfaithful lover
    the owl is domestic failure
    and grief is the seven stars together

    so before you cast your stones
    Canada is waiting for you home
    look here, i see a boat
    Canada is waiting for you home

    have you seen him lately?
    he's getting friendly with the land lady
    send us word, you'll be coming here hastily
    you can't raise those children alone

    but who knew? who knew?
    that bitter lament that laid in that brew
    which nourished the fetus, who dreamt and grew
    into a dear young son
    and grief is where she rests her hand now
    and grief is what the father fed now
    dearerst mother, wife of the Grandfather,
    how do we atone?

    shackles for bones
    a clover for a better pair of clothes
    in the kitchen she would read the tea leaves
    to understand the fateful hand of god

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