"Dead Man's Shoes" genre: Leftfield
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	Classic "misanthropic" song by ASCHE&WHIGHT
	CD: The Lower World Eidola   Label: Misanthropy rec. Credits: by ASCHE AND WHIGHT
	Story Behind the Song When you're deadly tired of meaningless existance you take your Gibson and compose a song like this. Lyrics DEAD MAN’S SHOES Having been choked with abhorrence blown away From the towering reams of my verses never proclaimed You said you got thirsty I didn’t ask why Visualizing a cork-screw knife and a bottle of Tokaj When the yellowish liquid is all poured out And the bird of reciprocity seems to flutter about You’ll await my nature to rise up here unmasked I’ll wait my chance to stay behind vague in an inky dusk Fast beside With a smirk on his face The dead man sends letters To my sequestered place Where I rape the paper And perceive my season ooze Ooh, I am still waiting For the dead man’s shoes.... There is something out there it knocks at my door Eye this occasional visitor try to pierce through every pore It strives to seize my consciousness so that to make me play A huge naive Colossus on the feet of clay The happiness mongers negotiate rough Yet their purchasable items could never quench my slough Ignored by time and weather my mind once preached to me “You hate all ones together and everyone separately” Fast beside With a smirk on his face The dead man sends letters To my sequestered place Where I rape the paper And perceive my season ooze Ooh, I am still waiting For the dead man’s shoes... Lyrics written by Alex A. Asche

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