Stephin Merritt
the song of the humble serf
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Oh
The humble serf ling zhe
Whose lord sent him away
Was starving, so he lay
His mouth open, all day
Beneath a mulberry tree
In case a berry fell
For how long, who can tell
He was not looking well
The tree had crummy aim
The man in purple came
And asked ling zhe his name
And gave him grog and game
And little cakes, and some tea
The end
- Album:
- Obscurities
- Miscellaneous
- Showtunes
- The Orphan of Zhao
- The Man of a Million Faces
- Merge Records 2012 Sampler
- Merge Records Spring Sampler 2012
- Merge Records Spring 2012 Sampler
- Pieces of April
- Peach Blossom Fan
- My Life As a Fairy Tale
- Scratch My Back / And I’ll Scratch Yours
- And I’ll Scratch Yours
- Not One of Us
- The Round Ones