We met at a funeral had blossoms in hand
The grave was her teeth, the tombstone was grand
Our love was a noose we tried not to slip
Her love was a knife stabbed into my ribs
The roses have faded, there’s frost at my door
The ghosts of my past won't haunt anymore
The grass in the valley is starting to die
And out in the darkness the heathens will cry
Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
Oh, lord, Oh, lord you don't understand
Oh lord you don't understand
No your don't, Understand
Oh, where has she gone to, oh, where can she be She may have forsaken some another like me (some other like me)
She promised to honor, to love and obey
Each vow was a plaything that she threw away.
The darkness is falling, the sky has turned gray The beast in the distance is starting to bay
I wonder, I wonder - what she’s thinking of Forsaken, forgotten - without any love.
Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
Oh, lord, Oh, lord you don't understand
It wasn't my plan, she wasn't my plan
A killer re-release of a rare solo post-punk LP from 1988 by the frontman of Taste of Decay and Garden of Pleasures. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2022
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