Let's get lyrical, lyrical: The Decemberists - Leslie Anne Levine

My name is Leslie Anne Levine
My mother birthed me down a dry revine
My mother birthed me far too soon
Born at nine and dead at noon

Fifteen years gone now
I still wander this parapet
And shake my rattle bone
Fifteen years gone now
I still cling to the petticoats
Of the girl who died with me

On the roofs above the streets
The only love I've known's a chimney sweep
Lost and lodged inside a flue
Back in 1842

Fifteen years gone now
I stil wail from these catacombs
And curse my mother's name
Fifteen years gone now
Still a wastrel mesallied
Has brought this fate on me

My name is Leslie Anne Levine
I've got no one left to mourn for me
My body lies inside its grave
In a ditch not far away

Fifteen years gone now
I still wander this parapet
And shake my rattle bone
Fifteen years gone now
I still cling to the petticoats
Of the girl who died with me

This is by far the most depressing song I've ever heard in my life. And it's not even because this Leslie Anne Levine lived such a tragic life. Like I care about someone who lived in 1842. Nopes, it's not cause of that. You want to know why? Because I have sat down here for 20-mins now trying to figure out what a parapet is and I still have no clue. My best calculated guess is that it's a rat with tiger claws and duck feet. Sigh, it's depressing when someone named Colin is smarter than you.

The Decemberists - Leslie Anne Levine (from Castaways and Cutouts) [BUY]