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I was,
tumbling and fumbling in a
corkscrew conch of understanding,
as the black raven grins and screeches as the drench winds
rushing over beech skimmed edges of a deep, deep lake.
Can't think about tomorrow's sake.
Can't think about tomorrow's sake.
Can't think about tomorrow's sake.
Can't think about it at all
Here come the,
hours of showers they're
rolling downtown
all around
on the streets where
the barefeets
stomp loud
as the crowd bears
all that it can.
'Till it snaps.
'Twas the last twig placed
on the back.
Woe, to the slaves of man
Woe, to the slaves of man
Woe, to the slaves of man
Woe to us all.

I can see in people's dreams.
I can, I can hear people's scream:
"Let me out!"
Go on and shout:
"Don't listen to the folk who try to get you down as die.
Don't listen to the folks who try to get you down as you cry."

credits

from Domesticated Goddess: An EP, released March 27, 2014
Piano, Vocals, Composition: Leila Neverland
Engineer: Mike Cashin

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Leila Neverland British Columbia

In response to the new EP, fan Alexander William Webster wrote: "Such an incredible artist, so happy she is from BC and that I actually got to speak with her before. She showcases the eclectic and all-encompassing musical style of our young Western-Canadian demographic while appealing to such a broad audience...I just think she's great." ... more

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