Virgilian Lots-Of Montreal

[00:04.03] [00:13.83]The pigs are taking shots [00:15.99] [00:17.31]At the mourners on the hill [00:20.67] [00:21.97]I'm truly not neutral but I lost all direction [00:27.57] [00:28.87]Day I woke ready to blow the bridge [00:33.05]For finding you hand over your mouth [00:35.86] [00:37.15]So instead I burned my own village down [00:40.68] [00:41.56]I'm grieving for you my love [00:47.89] [00:49.99]And I don't understand what's going on [00:53.24] [01:07.53]Just as the twin volcanoes of Cuauhnāhuac [01:11.04]We were once stable [01:13.45] [01:15.80]So sad I must bury every thought [01:18.78]Of you before it shows its teeth [01:22.12] [01:22.95]Now I amuse myself [01:25.67]With the tobeyes form of Virgilian Lots [01:29.64] [01:30.93]Like your neo-feminist divinations [01:34.69] [01:35.69]I'm grieving for you my love [01:42.05] [01:44.00]And I don't understand what's going on [01:47.25] [01:57.43]Our memories once almost sacred [02:00.56]Are embarrassments to me now [02:03.46] [02:04.59]Of the three things I find most shocking [02:07.97]The first is how trivial you are [02:11.65] [02:14.77]The second is my depth of feeling; third [02:18.76]The purity of our collapse [02:21.06]I'm grieving for you my love [02:27.24] [02:29.23]And I don't understand what's going on