I, Murderer from I, Murderer by leo crandall

Old times old times
Shine your baby’s shoes
Lift her dress of herringbone
Put your lips upon her bruise

Old dog my old dog
Living at your feet
Hold his mouth look in his eyes
Wild and warm and free

Old times old times
Where the old men dwell
Old men shamble on
With trumpet and drum into hell

Trumpet and Drum sound for me and you.
Angels play (for us) but they’ve got better things to do.

Children, children
There’s comfort on this stone
Children, lay you down
You are not alone

Daughters, daughters
There are angels close at hand
Hear the trumpet blow
Hear the glory band

Angels, Angels
Stand behind your sons
Gift them heaven’s noise
Bang the sweetest drum

Trumpet and Drum sound for me and you.
Angels play (for us) but they’ve got better things to do.

• Alternative
• american
• Syracuse