The Ballad of No-Face

Album cover art for "The Ballad of No-Face" by Owen Pallett

Owen Pallett - Pop

The Ballad of No-Face

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Duration: 4:36

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Lyrics

You say that I'm a bigot. No sir! No sir! I have lots of swishy friends around, I do, I do-dah-do But a bunch of those together Can only do the Devil's work, and it's the Devil's work they do Finding beauty in ugly things is alright...to a point! And have you seen that cross-breed of the high-brow and the low? It's a note tied to a brick that reads: Freedom, foul freedom, we are free to foul whatever, and we will Why can't these people see? Theirs is a life of mimicry They are fathers without sons or daughters They are bathers at the mouth of a literary delta It isn't poetry It's an orchestration, orchestration of our own demise And you'll call me a bigot, or a dog in the manger But I've seen them in the commons with their kerchiefs and tattoos And a bunch of those together Can only do the Devil's work, and it's the Devil's work they do

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Credits

Writers
  • Owen Pallett