All The Poets Are Dead
from The Enormous Head of King Splendid by Jane Doe
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lyrics
I was dead since the noon
Boatman'll take me away
Fragile words I said
Like monks in a fray
The station agent sleeps
He cannot explain
How the images slip
How to escape from the pain
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
We were born into this house with a crack in our heads
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
Leave your tongue on our discretion and we'll heal all your dreads
I was fading away
I was feeling confused
My ordinary days
Leisured and misused
I've followed the trail
No escape from the line
Deadheads grab by the car
I can hear their whine
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
We were born into this house with a crack in our heads
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
Leave your tongue on our discretion and we'll heal all your dreads
Cities tall as god
People short as graves
We're coming with the wind
And we'll leave with the waves
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
Now I have one more try just to see you pretend
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
Round and round just like flies on a spider's web
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
We were born into this house with a crack in our heads
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
Leave your tongue on our discretion and we'll heal all your dreads
Boatman'll take me away
Fragile words I said
Like monks in a fray
The station agent sleeps
He cannot explain
How the images slip
How to escape from the pain
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
We were born into this house with a crack in our heads
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
Leave your tongue on our discretion and we'll heal all your dreads
I was fading away
I was feeling confused
My ordinary days
Leisured and misused
I've followed the trail
No escape from the line
Deadheads grab by the car
I can hear their whine
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
We were born into this house with a crack in our heads
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
Leave your tongue on our discretion and we'll heal all your dreads
Cities tall as god
People short as graves
We're coming with the wind
And we'll leave with the waves
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
Now I have one more try just to see you pretend
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
Round and round just like flies on a spider's web
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
We were born into this house with a crack in our heads
All the poets, all the poets, all the poets are dead
Leave your tongue on our discretion and we'll heal all your dreads
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from The Enormous Head of King Splendid,
released February 21, 2013
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Jane Doe Thessaloniki, Greece
Jane Doe is an indie/ alternative rock band from Thessaloniki, Greece.
Jane Doe
are:
Prodromos Doe – Drums
Dionisis Doe – Bass
Anastasis Doe – Guitars
Stavros Doe – Guitars
Moss Doe – Words and Voices
Yannis Doe - Visuals
... more
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Jul 2021 -
Apr 2016 -
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Feb 2013 -
Jan 2008
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