They cheer me to the gallows

I dreamt of being a murderer before. It's strange to think of oneself actually being capable of pre-mediated murder, of taking the life of someone, someone you've tried to be nonchalant about as much as you can. But dreams take on a life of their own sometimes, especially if you been listening to a song about a murderer, to sleep.

I'm very attracted to this Team Sleep song though; It draws you in, like a story, building the atmosphere with skips in the song and cheers in the background. In a way, it reminds me a lot of the book Perfume that I read not too long ago, also about a murderer, which such intense descriptions of scents that left me practically breathless with fascination.

In 1969
I killed a man of mine
In a small Montana town
I was hunted down by hounds

Hear the night has cried
Their voices dry and hollow
Hear the crowd cheer
They cheer me to the gallows

In 1985
I was doing time alive
I made a plan to escape
And live as the lady of the lake

Hear the crowd of ghosts
Their voices dry and hollow
Can't you hear their calls?
They cheer me to the gallows

1995
Was the year I came up for trial
I listened to his song
And watched the sun make the shadows long

Hear the night have cried
His voices is dry and hollow
Hear the crowd call
They cheer me to the gallows
Hear the night have called
His voice is dry and hollow
Hear the night have called
In a voice that's hollow



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