Land Lovers
The Pocket Orchestra's Death Song
When Nana asked the pocket orchestra to come and play for herI didn't know how to tell her they had broken up again Who was sent for but a lone trumpeter? And so he played an air that hung still like a childhood She was hardly fooled, but nonetheless she told him it was very good Empty as evening, I dropped him to work And there I was, with no one to my name anymore Alone by seventeen years of streamlining Redialling a number I had kept to order something There is a shallow cutout water feature That's shadowed by three-story structures A ghost pleading his case by them, woah yeah That evening, my eyes were embarrassed The pollen assaulted the palate The ghost knew I had been to her And a death song came to life
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