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letra de dogs - humour

[verse 1]
the witness, visored gloom
curved like a dome, nothing to do
i should’ve – i should’ve –
in one of those closing moments, one-sided
and all of your stones all stacked in a row
let’s go on for a while
alright, just not too far
they keep me awake
i know the day will be hard every day
these stones, not yours
i tell you no more
with contempt and scorn
not yours, not yours
april’s back in bloom
bloom, bloom, bloom

[verse 2]
a grassy grave where i buried my dog
who still wanders in the fog of the frigid woods
searching strangers, sniffing hands in the twilight lands
for my particular scent which he rеmembers, good

i have a nеw dog now
she treads with dainty paws over headstones, nineteenth century
forgotten professions, forgotten diseases
with time, tragic deaths seem to lose their tragedy

[chorus]
and the strain is sisyphean
the colours are april back in bloom
back in bloom

and the strain is sisyphean
as it all becomes abstract
an antique fable
and the blossom is nearly cruel
nearly

[verse 3]
dull rain, it waters such pain now
just a player on a stage at the last act, in the last light
procession of shadows whom death had undone
yeah, death had undone
up, line them up, every coward for reassembly
every able-bodied husk for the war or the wall
but always the gun
always the gun

[chorus]
and the strain is sisyphean
so many of them perennially kicking scr-p
picking bones, pushing stones

and the strain is sisyphean
the colours are april back in bloom
back in

- humour

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