MY LEADER, THE BABY IS DEAD

by David Lackner

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and when you come, and all the flowers are dying,
if i am dead, as dead i may well be,
you'll come and find the place where i am lying,
and kneel and say an ave there for me.
and i shall hear though soft you tread above me,
and all my grave shall warmer sweeter be,
for you will bend, and tell me that you love me,
and i shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
-frederic weatherly

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released April 12, 2011

The baby is dead, and she will never be back in your arms.

all compositions and sounds by david lackner, except:
feedback sampling by mark price, improvised e.v.i. solos by john swana, speaking by gabrielle muller, singing by gina polite, improvised drums by gabe globus-hoenich, improvised bass by mark przybylowski, and chanting by a large group. "oh danny boy" is a traditional irish song with lyrics by frederic weatherly.
album art by gabrielle muller.

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Track Name: oh danny boy
and when you come, and all the flowers are dying, if i am dead, as dead i may well be, you'll come and find the place where i am lying, and kneel and say an ave there for me. and i shall hear though soft you tread above me, and all my grave shall warmer sweeter be, for you will bend, and tell me that you love me, and i shall sleep in peace until you come to me. -frederic weatherly