Who Dances No More

Head of the Table

She wore a dark red coat and her hair hung around her neck
She was the harridan of man and beast and me
She feasted on the meek and eager men
The paramour seized her last chastity

Oh, the heaven's wept as mankind fell to dust
And the parish burned while we all paid for her lust

Well the devil bent down and upon his crown died the grieving concubine
He said "You shouldn't have married a saint like me you dirty little swine"

She had those evil eyes that lured me back into her bed
She was the worshiper of a lovely little deed
As she seduced my sad and empty heart
I held tightly to my rosary

Oh, the heaven's wept as mankind fell to dust
And the parish burned while we all paid for her lust

Well the devil bent down and upon his crown died the grieving concubine
He said "You shouldn't have married a saint like me you dirty little swine"
Well the devil bent down and upon his crown died the grieving concubine
He said "You shouldn't have married a saint like me you dirty little swine"

Oh, the heaven's wept as mankind fell to dust
And the parish burned while we all paid for her lust

Well the devil bent down and upon his crown died the grieving concubine
He said "You shouldn't have married a saint like me you dirty little swine"
Well the devil bent down and upon his crown died the grieving concubine
He said "You shouldn't have married a saint like me you dirty little swine"

Oh the devil, he dragged her down
Down, down down
Oh the devil, he dragged her down
Down, down, down

The Concubine

Virginia Woolf's death note to her husband

Ari

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