You, who like a dagger ploughed into my heart
with deadly thrill, with deadly thrill, with deadly thrill.
You, who stronger than a crowd of demons,
mad, and dressed to kill, and dressed to kill,
Of my dejected soul you have made
Your bed, your lodging, and domain.
To whom I'm linked as a convict to his chain,
Or as the gamester to his dice,
the drunkard to his dram, the carrion to its lice.
I curse you. I curse you. I curse you.
Oh I wish my curse could damn.
I have besought the sudden blade
To win for me my freedom back.
Perfidious poison I have prayed
To help my cowardice.
Both poison and the sword
Disdained my cowardice, and seemed to say
You are not fit to be unchained
From your damned servitude.
You imbecile! since if from her empire
We were to liberate the slave,
You'd raise the carrion of your vampire,
By your own kisses, from the grave.
from Baudelaire in a Box: Songs of Anguish
released May 27, 2015
NEW TOWN DRUNKS:
Diane Koistinen: voice
Roberto Cofresí: guitarra
Stu Cole: bass
Robo Jones: trombone
Nathan Logan: drums
Doug Norton: keys, accordion
Recorded and mixed by Rick Miller at Kudzu Ranch, Mebane, NC
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