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Golden Throes

from The Cold War by Michael Mazochi

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You who would make a fool of mine
With callous voice to unwind
Lest not be judged upon the vine
Fruit that spoils in the gleam of time

But oh I know on your golden throes
The world see how it weeps for you

Saw your eyes turn a crimson wake
Fire splashed too in their stead
But all your thoughts turn to a day
You recall you recoil to play the fool

But oh I know on your golden throes
The world see how it weeps for you
Oh I know on your golden throes
The world see how it weeps for you

Bless your heart you witless one
A calm could surely serve you well
If the nightmare should turn to true
May the whole wide world weep for you

And oh I know on your golden throes
The world see how it weeps for you
Oh I know on your golden throes
The world see how it weeps for you

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from The Cold War, released April 8, 2016
Michael Mazochi - All except
Maxwell Butler - Vox Organ

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Michael Mazochi Los Angeles, California

Started folky, got rocky, then digitized.

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