Kayo Dot - Crown-In-The-Muck Lyrics
Nearby the moldering bridge and the stream that gushes from a fatal woundThe quiet town in its hallowed hollow, waking while still sleeping soundOblivious and dreaming, its people always dreamingOf nothing and no one and nowhere worth speaking!Oblivious and trivial, uncomplicated peopleBut the sun shone forth one Sunday morningAnd stretched its arms toward the eveningAnd a beam of light fell on the stoneThe black eye sleeping in an open graveWhat is this thing? the crying of the throngThis ugly thing upon the ground that smokes andSmolders with a dismal sound?A nightmare, infidelity!An offensive darkling augury!Shun this horror!Shun this omen fallen in the night!Only one awake, and one that hatesHis very lifeA poet’s soulAnd a deeper seaThe stone bore waves into his mindSeared his eyes and washed his hate away