The Reverent Marigold


Songs For the Song God

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Lyrics/Chords

Talking About the Process

The Instruments and Tuning

Folk Music

Miscellaneous

Post Op-Penheimer

Spoken:
You know, you know, it's pretty funny how life works 
Out, you know? Because here, I thought I was just 
gonna get to come to the clinic and get my meds in 
peace, but no here I am surrounded by you self 
righteous hypocritical pricks standing on a street 
corner cursing me out and calling ME a SINNER? 
Well here's a news flash for you, buckaroo. 
You're an apostate, you're an apostate, and 
you're ALLLLL HERETICS! GOD!

Sung:
C               F
I see you stand jar of teeth in hand
F                     G              C
Fleshless berry I will swallow you down
C                              
Grin and wipe you from my mouth
F                       G
With my knees dug in the sand

Cats change their color when you approach
There is no honor here for you at all
Feel the rain burn as it falls
You be the bomb, I'll be the roach

C                               F       G
And I spoon down your hot and salty seeds
C                           F                    G
I am become death, in my stomach grows the forbid-
den tree
C                F              C                 G
Adam falls, and Eve breaks, I smash my old self to bits
C                 G                    C
Would you drink poison for a body that fits?
C                   G                  C
Would you drink poison for a body that fits?
C 
I would, I would, I would
C         F          G       C
I would, I would, I would, I would

Lyrics

I stare up into your lidless eyes
Fields of spikes stretch vast as the stars
Cat nap in the shade between the shards
Nothing else blooms here, we survive

Ten thousand ages our love will persist
They'll taste what you planted in my flesh
And know the fruit still means death
But tempting apple, who could resist?

You whisper sweet as sugar, Cain, 
Abel rings blood from a stone
I see colors beyond reasoning, 
you really make this house a home
I dance with the sun bright shadows cast 
by the fiery sword hung above the gate
How many times can the sky deny you 
before you turn to the snake?
To find your way back home, 
would you listen to the snake?
I would, I would, I would
I would, I would, I would, I would

Spoken:
I love the snake, I love the snake
God made the snake, I love the snake
Instead of bread he gave us wheat 
and you will weep at the form I take
I love the snake, I love the snake
I share in my own creation, I love the snake
I love the snake, I love the snake
I stole your words and threw away your book
I fed them to the snake
I love the snake, I love the snake

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