Paroles Tryst With Mephistopheles de Owen Pallett

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I stumbled on the summit's path.Clumsy, clumsyNo paragon am II can't even keep my shoes tiedI've been in love with Owen ever sinceI heard the strains of Psalm 21Standing between the choirsAs they sang, "Laudate Dominum, Laudate Dominum"Damn, I wrote it down, but I left it in the pocket of my other jeansScrawled across the foolscap: "I don't know what your devotion means,I don't know what your devotion means."And up, upon the summit I can seeThe one I worshiped as a boyThe Creator, The Great White NoiseThe Great White NoiseCharged and charging up the ridgeThe chests are empty, the coffers tooThey float in the flood, and so will you, I swear, so will you"Your light is spent! Your light is spent!" I criedAs I drove the iron spike into Owen's eyesThe sun sped cross the plains like that cinematic moment whereHumanity and nature collideWhen you think, "Everything's gonna be all right,"Just before the hero gets a bullet in his side.The hero gets a bullet in his side.Whizzing off the clifftop,Listening for the spatter, thirty floors belowDown, down come the vulturesI will not be your fuel anymoreNow the author has been silenced, how will they ever decipher me?I hope they hear these words and are convincedYou never even knew meI draw a bruise on your brawny shoulder,Scratch my fingers over your tattoosThe author has been removed

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