Album: Nos Chants Perdus-2010 <br />https://www.facebook.com/romeproject <br />http://www.discogs.com/Rome-Nos-Chants-Perdus/master/440757 <br />Lyrics:You would trade the moss of our hometowns <br />For a kingdom of grain <br />You tried to spit it out on your way south <br />But it still sticks to the roof of your mouth <br />You've had them drag you off by the hair <br />You had them wait for you over there <br />Behind the towers - behind the flowers <br />On anger's white throne <br /> <br />But I don't care for your milk and honey <br />Nor do I wish to be wrapped up <br />In the silence of money <br />Me who cared for flour and oil <br />Who cared for blood-drenched soil <br />And slept the sleep of apples and gold <br />As in the stories of old <br />And I don't care for your grass-given grief <br />For your pain's left me locked in disbelief <br />Among the towers - among the flowers <br />On anger's white throne <br /> <br />And what strange sheep we are <br />With the wool pulled over our eyes <br />And what strange fruit we bare <br />When we're stuffed with hatred and lies <br />Despite my silence and my attempts at reserve <br />You pushed me to smother <br />You pushed me to serve <br />They ought to be warned <br />Against your poetry and charm <br />They ought to be warned against you <br />Now finish this harvest <br />And sprinkle my boots with your wine <br />Now that our fears are whistling in flocks <br />In the dust and sobs of time <br /> <br />Around the towers - around the flowers <br />On anger's white throne <br />Among the towers - in the orchards of rome <br />Come closer, come closer still