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Martyred in the Nude

from Waylaid in the Mel​é​e by Parlour Bells

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MARTYRED IN THE NUDE

This is where the firm believers come to read their oracle bones
Here’s where they caught Nostradamus
Trading stocks on his cell phone

The world will end for some,
Others just buy aspirin and exhale the dust
Pin up another calendar to hang on
They use the word apocalypse, cuz it rolls nicely off the lips
The anchorman’s got tips, I don’t believe him

This is where an ordinary day was martyred in the nude
This is where the jetliners were edited out of the blue
I felt like early man, staring at a sky with nothing flying by,
Sifting through the stars for meaning
Waiting for a wink or nod, feeling a bit abandoned,
Think I’ll build a tower to get a closer look

This is where the elevators touched the heavens and opened,
Someone press the button I ran out of fingers counting breaths
After eleven comes, there’s a twelve and on this you can depend

The world will end for some,
Others just wash dishes and exhale the dust,
Pin up another calendar to hang on

This is where the summer ends, this is where the fall begins,
The falling leaves will make a fist as they curl up,
It took a numerologist to settle down the architect,
Bricks and mortar at his feet again

This is where an ordinary day was martyred in the nude

Written by Glenn di Benedetto

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from Waylaid in the Mel​é​e, released November 18, 2017

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