28 March 2012

Lilith

"We were made to fuck each other, one way or another."


How interesting that I live in a species that, in it's oldest, most ancient mythology and literature, has separated and pejorated the woman that refuses to submit.  Lilith is the oldest demon because she was made of dust, like Adam, instead of made of Adam.  Argument to antiquity doesn't cut it.  Things are old, but they aren't right.  Ask Lilith.  We've always been diseased.  


Hey man
Evening on the ground
And there is no one else around
So you will
Blame me

Blame me for the rocks and baby bones
And broken lock on our 
Garden

Garden wall of Eden
Full of spiderbites and all your lovers
We were

We were born to fuck each other
One way or another

But I'll only lie
Down by the waterside at night

Hey man
Tiny baby tears
I will collect a million years
And you can
Blame me

Blame me, I will wear it
In the empty hollow part of my 
Garden

Garden wall of Eden in the clamour
As they raise the curtain
You will

You will never make me
Learn to lay beneath the mountain

Because I'll only lie
Down by the waterside at night



"Lilith's Song," Iron & Wine

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