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Shakespeare's Coat

from Consider Yourselves Conquered by The Horde

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The coats are all coming down
On old big apple town
And all the lanes are froze
Wind always whips my nose
But I think it did it
All for you
Dear

I don't know what you'll think of me
After this tragedy
And all our fates our sewn
With all our passions grown
Running around the seams
Of our coats
Dear

And now that I'm all alone
Look at the coat I own
I'll take up poetry
And start a seamery
Running for the turns
Of Shakespeare's coat

If iambs came easily
Noodled so pleasantly
Sonnets would fall for you
Bundled with all words true
And you'd know the stitches
Of my coat
Dear

But they cut you right to the bone
Thimbleless all alone
Pouring your heart to me
Though I was blind to see
Peaking out from
My coat dear

And now I'm awake for days
Writing my passion plays
Looking at crossing stars
Wondering where you are
Sewing all the holes
In Shakespeare's coat

Now Juliet lies below
Calling her Romeo
And now Desdemona cries
Lost from Othello's eyes
Know that this coat
Is wearing thin
Dear

And now that I lay undressed
And I must half confess
That what you said before
Outside your cherry door
You would always
Be in love
Dear

And Captain Crunch lived right there
Nestled inside your hair
It was all falling down
Loving me all around
Tearing all the holes
In Shakespeare's Coat

"Let me not to marriage of [false] minds admit impediments
Love is not love where it alterations finds
Or bends with the remover to remove
Oh no, it is an ever fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is not shaken
It is a star to every wondering bark
Who's worth's unknown all though its height be taken
Love's not time's fool, though rosy cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come
Love alters not in its brief hours and weeks
But bears it even until the edge of doom
If this be error and upon me proved
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

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from Consider Yourselves Conquered, released March 1, 2013
Song by Ho-Tom the Conqueror
Featuring Nick Nasty on the melodica

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