Love surrendered and the big bomb fell
In a wig-wam pattern, from a high high height and hell
Missed us, mercifully
We, the starved, we wander ragged
We hunger, always, and our poor poor kids don't eat
'Cause calico cat tastes wrong
Chorus:
We use the dead to feed the children
We give'em all that they need
And if they ask us where it came from
We'll tell'em someone they don't know
Who loves them very much
The water's poisoned with radiation
But it's all we got to wash the hot dead down
When we cook our friends or enemies
A live record from the legendary Diamanda Galás finds the artist exploring the outer fringes of pop with only her voice and a piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2024