Lyrics Of Montreal – Virgillian Lots
Text:
The pigs are taking shots at the mourners on the hill
I’m truly not neutral but I lost all direction
Day I woke ready to blow the bridge
For finding you hand over your mouth
So instead, I burned my own village down
Refrain:
I’m grieving for you, my love
And I don’t understand what’s going on
Just as the twin volcanoes of Cuauhnāhuac, we were once stable
So sad I must bury every thought of you before it shows its teeth
Now I amuse myself with
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form of Virgilian Lots
Like your neo-feminist divinations
Refrain
Our memories, once almost sacred, are embarrassments to me now
Of the three things I find most shocking, the first is how trivial you are
The second is my depth of feeling; third, the purity of our collapse
Refrain
Album
Of Montreal – Of Montreal - Aureate Gloom
Of Montreal – Like Ashoka’s Inferno Of Memory
Of Montreal – Chthonian Dirge For Uruk The Other
Of Montreal – Estocadas
Of Montreal – Apollyon Of Blue Room
Of Montreal – Monolithic Egress
Of Montreal – Virgillian Lots
Of Montreal – Aluminum Crown
Of Montreal – Empyrean Abattoir
Of Montreal – Last Rites At The Jane Hotel
Of Montreal – Bassem Sabry