[00:40.629]There is no blues that can sound quite as heartfelt as mine
[00:47.255]Lamented at the gorge of the river, I watched it weep its banks dry
[00:54.899]I hum the sorriest tune on the bar at these dives
[01:02.049]Send all the patrons running home to make up with their first wives
[01:09.101]the low... to bask
[01:24.809]My prose as purple but not as pretty as lucerne
[01:31.159]For sweet nothings from the lips of a gargoyle, nobody ever yearned
[01:38.829]Perpetually a philistine, but darling I am longing to learn
[01:45.859]Been looked at like the rotten grape on the vine, while you and yours are drinking Sauternes.
[01:53.569](But the low) is, what I came for
[01:57.430](And to bask) in a darkness I do adore
[02:01.010](But the low) is, what I came for
[02:04.509](And to bask) in a darkness I do adore
[02:08.419](But the low) is, what I came for
[02:11.960](And to bask) in a darkness I do adore
[02:15.519](But the low) is, what I came for
[02:19.677](And to bask) in a darkness I do adore
[02:44.549]I am the magpie's solo, the sorrow that makes you salute
[02:52.079]Pounding the earth for the early worm, I'm a glutton but it's good for my glutes
[03:00.329]I was solace to the sirens, the bait on the fisherman's rod
[03:08.039]the hook took me far from my family, but closer to God
[03:15.739](But the low) is, what I came for
[03:20.669](And to bask) in a darkness I do adore
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