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Low​-​Born

from A Reverse Age by GR (Aka GRegory Raimo)

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LOW-BORN

There’s not a face within miles,
Only Compressed figures pale
N’ liquors Brown runnin’ the Deep ;

N’-an oblique fire’s at the wood,
Scapegoats & Furies over the down
N’ a woodman in the distant vale ;

N’ you were low-born in the city—
This makes ya wanna spit some oil
With ah headlong force on the bitumen,

N’ when ya just think your lips are still,
That you’ve all sucked your bloody fill—
Nothin’ is to cool ya but thinking aloud.

Whenever ya been in a mess
Rollin’ down a Nation Dead,
You man rule a voice in a Land—

Whenever ya been in a mess
Rollin’ down a Nation Dead,
You man rule a voice in a Land ;

N’ you were low-born in the city—
This makes ya wanna spit some oil
With ah headlong force on the bitumen.

_Lyrics By GRegory Raimo

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from A Reverse Age, released October 30, 2012

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I walked with Gregory Raimo in the alley-ways of circumstance.
From the gate it seemed strangely dream- like.
On this trail of shadows he never walks alone.

The crocodile guardians of the outer mind sway quietly to all this in the zombie realm. G.R. will lead the way when following finds a slow day.

Follow this when you are alive in this time.

_Billy Miller (Cold Sun/The Aliens)
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