Buried in the Yard by J. Mamana Lyrics

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During catechesis we’d seen the church
St. Philip Neri had preferred

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Buried in the Yard”

  • Produced: J. Mamana
  • Written: J. Mamana
  • Bassoon: Ted Phillips
  • Release Date: December 21, 2018

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During catechesis we’d seen the church
St. Philip Neri had preferred

In labyrinths of sepulture and myrrh
We lay where San Sebastian was interred

And dozing off I dreamt of you and I entwined
And we were buried in the yard

In cold uncaring dirt soothed by neither stars
Nor aperture nor God

Then he said don’t be salacious in deed
The Levantine contorts himself to be believed

In Jericho, he knows
They’d bury three or more
Beneath their beds in such a rite

The Baader-Meinhof Gang were buried stacked in threes
A triple grave commemorates the night they died
And every offering is tripartite

In Dolní Věstonice they say
The Trinity is still the rule
The Levantine, he just spat out his gum
When told I’d studied this in school

Well supposing it’s true
That the right love is three not two—
But I love you
And I’m supposed to lay some person who—?
Oh!

It buried me alive when you said you don’t love—
It buried me alive when you said you don’t Love Me Do
I’m crying

Morbidly, I know the dead don’t grieve
Eternity is bunk
But for only the lonely
Oh!

They buried
One alive, faced down and arm in arm with
Two faced up, the hand of
Three across their crotch—
If only the Levantine had seen
I’m dying