Virgillian Lots
OF MONTREAL · Aureate Gloom 2015 · Track 05 of 10
Written by Kevin Barnes
The pigs are taking shots at the mourners on the hill I'm truly not neutral but I lost all direction Day I woke ready to blow the bridge For finding you hand over your mouth So instead, I burned my own village down
[Refrain:] I'm grieving for you, my love And I don't understand what's going on
Just as the twin volcanoes of CuauhnÄhuac, we were once stable So sad I must bury every thought of you before it shows its teeth Now I amuse myself with [?] form of Virgilian Lots Like your neo-feminist divinations
[Refrain]
Our memories, once almost sacred, are embarrassments to me now Of the three things I find most shocking, the first is how trivial you are The second is my depth of feeling; third, the purity of our collapse
[Refrain]