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All the Dying

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ryan Guldemond

Guitar

Ali Siadat

Drums

Elisa Thorn

Harp

Jasmin Parkin

Vocals

Mike Young

Bass

Erik P.H. Nielsen

Erik P.H. Nielsen

Percussion

Molly Guldemond

Molly Guldemond

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ryan Guldemond

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ryan Guldemond

Producer

Howard Redekopp

Howard Redekopp

Producer

Simon Francis

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

When I see a face of anonymity

Crying on the street it does something to me

I make believe malady

Tragedy

[Verse 2]

Flowers on the grave is a beautiful thing

'Cause flowers on the grave still means they're getting something

But when the flowers ain't there

And the grave is bare

I think of old dead bones that don't get theirs

[Verse 3]

I think of all the butchers and all the beef

I think of all the flies in all the heat

I think of all the dying and dying and dying

[Verse 4]

Dying and dying and decomposing

Dying and dying's for real

[Verse 5]

When I see the damned in their dyer straights

Damning all the men with those American names

I say, don't damn the man damn your hand

For making a fist and shaking it all around

Damn the hand

Damn your hand

[Verse 6]

Or you can damn the butchers and damn the beef

Or you can damn the flies in all the heat

Or you can damn the dying and dying and dying

[Verse 7]

Dying and dying and decomposing

Dying and dying's for real

Dying and dying and pounds of posey

Dying and dying's forever

[Verse 8]

When I hear the crying of a siren in the night

I think of piles of writhing people

Fighting for their lives

I see an image of a body

Broken and beet red

I hear the a cappella angels

Singing for the dead

[Verse 9]

I think of all the butchers and all the beef

I think of all the flies in all the heat

I think of all the dirt that lays a bed for bones

I think of all the words that get written on the stones

I think of all the surf that come crashing over souls

I think of all the dying

All the dying

All the dying

All the dying

Written by: Ryan Guldemond