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Angels Retreat

from Cain by The Dirty Words

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In the elevator light
she dances without sneakers on.
The man with her begins to cry.
She tells him that he has no right.
'You're almost near the top,' he says.
'Tell me what that's all about.'
Her toes are warm against his shins,
cascading in sashaying out.

A rabbit with a gavel grins,
skittering a native tongue.
Says my tie is on too straight.
The courtroom fills with every lung.
'You're almost near the top,' he says.
'Have you anything to say?'
The stained glass and the altar burns.
My starlit lips brought me away.

Gentle indifference seethes me, sees me.
The stars are stuck in my cheeks, my lips.
I want to hear those cries of hate, of hate
on the day of my execution.

The shadow man looks like he laughs.
The elevator lights are brash.
Wallpaper of kinder words
gives the box a mangled rash.
A door stands between the two.
I knock five times and hands come through.
Her toes are warm against my shins.
I’m comin’, now I'll see you.

repeat chorus

Angels retreat at the sound of your speech.

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from Cain, track released March 26, 2011

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The Dirty Words Portland, Oregon

{{on hiatus as of may '13}}

recordings personnel:
mike chastain - drums/percussion
david clemmer - vocals/guitars
scott page - bass guitar/standup bass
aaron poplin - guitars

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