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sht musik

Independent, alternative, lo-fi music.

As Mr. Cat Stevens so eloquently put it "I can't keep it in." When I find a new song or book that clicks it is like making a new friend. Will you be my friend?

Song Info

Genre

Alternative • Experimental

Charts

#1,316 in subgenre Peak #33

Charts

Peak #257

Uploaded

June 30, 2010

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.4 MB • 96 kbps • 5:00

Story behind the song

Based on a poem by Stevie Smith. (public domain) Poems by Stevie Smith from the Oldpoetry.com Poetry Archives This poem is thought to be in the public domain. If this is the case, you may print and distribute copies as you wish. More info about this poet (who I love) and other poems: http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/9303

Lyrics

Our Bog is Dood Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood, They lisped in accents mild, But when I asked them to explain They grew a little wild. How do you know your Bog is dood My darling little child? We know because we wish it so That is enough, they cried, And straight within each infant eye Stood up the flame of pride, And if you do not think it so You shall be crucified. Then tell me, darling little ones, What's dood, suppose Bog is? Just what we think, the answer came, Just what we think it is. They bowed their heads. Our Bog is ours And we are wholly his. But when they raised them up again They had forgotten me Each one upon each other glared In pride and misery For what was dood, and what their Bog They never could agree. Oh sweet it was to leave them then, And sweeter not to see, And sweetest of all to walk alone Beside the encroaching sea, The sea that soon should drown them all, That never yet drowned me.

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