Adapted from La Mort des pauvres by Charles Baudelaire
lyrics
It is death that consoles us, that keeps us teeming
The purpose of life, and our only warrant
We drink its elixir, wasted and steaming
For heart to march on, though wishing we weren’t
All through the storm, through frost and sleet
It’s the one beacon in our bleak assay
The tavern inscribed in our sacred writ
Where we eat, sleep, and sit and the end of the day.
It’s an Angel who holds in his magnetic hands
Sleep and the blessing of rapturous dreams
Who makes up the bed of the naked and poor
It’s the glory of the Gods, the mystical manor,
The pauper’s purse and his ancient regime
To heavens unknown, death is the open door!
credits
from Heaven or Hell or Wherever,
released October 31, 2012
Chris Schoen: Guitar and Voice
Anne Speroni: Bass
Heather Trost: Violin
Dylan Hinckley: Clarinet
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