

this is without doubt the bleakest song I have ever heard.
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Wed 19 Nov 2008, 22:36,
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the usual, you know. Although the Decemberists generally are full of lyrical wit and incise. Everyone is flawed in one way or another I suppose.
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Wed 19 Nov 2008, 22:42,
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my name is leslie ann levine
my mother birthed me down a dry ravine
my mother birthed me far too soon
born at nine and dead at noon
fifteen years gone now
i still wander this parapet
and shake my rattle bone
fifteen years gone now
i still cling to the petticoats
of the girl who died with me
on the roof above the streets
the only love i've known 's a chimney sweep
lost and lodged inside a flue
back in 1842
fifteen years gone now
i still wail from these catacombs
and curse my mother's name
fifteen years gone now
still a wastrel mesallied
has brought this fate on me
my name is leslie ann levine
i've got no one left to mourn for me
my body lies inside its grave
in a ditch not far away
fifteen years gone now
i still wander this parapet
and shake my rattle bone
fifteen years gone now
i still cling to the petticoats
of the girl who died with me
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Wed 19 Nov 2008, 22:45,
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my mother birthed me down a dry ravine
my mother birthed me far too soon
born at nine and dead at noon
fifteen years gone now
i still wander this parapet
and shake my rattle bone
fifteen years gone now
i still cling to the petticoats
of the girl who died with me
on the roof above the streets
the only love i've known 's a chimney sweep
lost and lodged inside a flue
back in 1842
fifteen years gone now
i still wail from these catacombs
and curse my mother's name
fifteen years gone now
still a wastrel mesallied
has brought this fate on me
my name is leslie ann levine
i've got no one left to mourn for me
my body lies inside its grave
in a ditch not far away
fifteen years gone now
i still wander this parapet
and shake my rattle bone
fifteen years gone now
i still cling to the petticoats
of the girl who died with me