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Compilation Song

from The Ides of Spring by Luna Moth

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By the time you close your silver satellite eyes, the town will have become grey with sunrise. The birds forgive us all the shit we said while night filled up our hearts with fatal lies, poisoned our blood with punishing amounts of wine.

By the time you open them again, my lines will have been written on the windowsill beside your head requesting temporary asylum from interrogation. I'm not quite ready to describe these Xs on my eyes.

Don't forget those compilations we made...I could never listen to those bands again if you walk away.
I could not stand losing them. Think again. Please don't take my Stevie Wonder, Wire, X, or my Tom Waits away.

And please don't take my Joy Division, and please don't take my Television, please don't take my Bad Religion, and please don't take my Jane's Addiction, please don't take my Daydream Nation, please don't take my The Replacements, please don't take my Kimya Dawson, and please don't take my Leonard Cohen, and please don't take my New Day Rising, and please don't take my Bob Dylan.

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from The Ides of Spring, released May 13, 2007

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