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The Story of the Mother - Stephin Merritt
"Although my child has died " the mother said
"that doesn't make him permanently dead
I must petition Death for his return "
She made her way into the lands below
There was a rosebush there
Where things don't grow
It said "You want your child
Give me your blood "
And on a thorn her flesh was torn
That's how rosebu she's grow down there
So then she met this great big centipede
Who wanted something from her
It decreed: "You want to hold your child
Give me your arms "
In lands beneath they grow strange teeth
To tear your flesh more painfully
But on she staggered and stumbled
For her baby's sake
And found herself beside a talking lake:
"You want to see your child
Give me your eyes "
Which turned to pearls and sank
In swirls into liquid oblivion
In the form of a spider
Death hung there beside her and kissed her
And made her his wife
