So the new couple came, and they wanted to build their house
on Monument Hill. The mayor stipulated they could proceed,
but they mustn’t tear down the neglected ossuary
in the grove of dead trees, but they did so anyway.
From that moment forth their situation rapidly declined.
The very next day, the workers walked off the job
and wouldn’t come back, complaining about
the pack of hounds that watched them from the distance, laughing.
Next our couple were pestered all night and day
by howls as if from a distant molosse,
so they packed up and left. Got far away from there as they could get.
But soon, the howls resumed, closer and closer
until they were sure that they were doomed.
Then there finally came that knock on the back door
and they couldn’t decide to open it or not.
supported by 14 fans who also own “The Molosse of Monument Hill”
In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.