Dear Ashkelon
In the month I will be by and leaving you
Prophets and philistines were soaking in the sea brine
While I grew lean and dry and loved you
When hope was made of bureaucrats
Sitting fat and fluffed with fury
Over this, and over that
And though we can't rely on that
We could have been so much better
So much better than the past

Pray, under this carving stone
I will not let you go
Until you're far beyond their reach
Now go, out to the balsam grove
Where they will bury our bed sheets
And our wedding shoes
So no wolves will come and eat the leather
And they'll wear their torn-out tongues as their talisman
It's the seams they may sever, but the laces point to Ashkelon
So tie your things together, break your morning bread and carry on
Though the road holds strife
Rhymes to build new life
You will see now in the coming of
The night


Lyrics submitted by westminister

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