Lamentations Songtext
von Reece Sullivan

There were Lebanese writers with care I read
And poets for well written long verse lay dead
And I wished that I′d stood in their sted
Or laid like Proust all sick and in bed

There were stories I dreamed of and fictions I told
Like these bargain bin, pulp, romance novels, unsold
See how my subplots will all unfold
And converge in a functioning narrative, whole


Employ me till I'm of no use
Then lead me to my death, ol′ muse
In whatever way that you might choose
For whatever reason that you accuse

This song of redemption is a song I sung
Late night lamentations rolling off my tongue
Hear me on my lone, lute strum
See me, good friend, and what I've become

Employ me till I'm of no use
Then lead me to my death, ol′ muse
In whatever way that you might choose
For whatever reason that you accuse
For whatever reason that you might choose