Cries of the Dead - Chad VanGaalen

I can hear the cries of the dead

Maybe it’s your neighbour beating his dog in the basement

I can hear the cries of the dead

Muffled by the ground but still loud enough to make it out

Monkey-webs of concrete road disappear in time

Weeds and trees that grow from seed will cover us in time

Swallowing all of the buildings

And every single piece of trash

I can hear the cries of the dead

Maybe its your neighbour playing his trumpet in the basement

I can hear the cries of the dead

Muffled by the ground but still loud enough to make a sound

You went to the mountains true and painted what you saw

You came back late and hid the painting underneath our couch

and I wasn’t there when you made it But I feel like I’m there when I’m lookin' at it Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I can hear the cries of the dead

Maybe its your neighbour beating his dog in the basement.

I can hear the cries of the dead,

Muffled by the ground but still loud enough to make it out