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Biting of Glory

from Bob's Drive​-​In by Bob Drake

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Moons like these met the eye
prove thy dream most terrified
blooming everywhere shadows
at your hand
biting of glory

Down in the evening and sank
what's become
come to revive us
where rain don't fall at your hand
at your hand
the other one's bit
biting of glory

And what raccoon on the ground
o don't you wish
wish the plain
and bit them off of my grave

The real tin of a leaf
cold yew clouds
cold yew clouds go away
so put your hounds down to sleep
in low gear
behind your eyerings
biting of glory

And what raccoon on the ground
o don't you wish
wish the plain
and bit them off of my grave

White bells of coral are green and
made of zinc
they are silver
standing among the low clouds
that banner with the strange device

o don't you wish
wish the plain
and bit them off of my

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from Bob's Drive​-​In, released October 8, 2011

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