lund from now on corb 041101 ... beauteeeeful song Remains of You These are the remains of you Ancient, sacred relics of a faith that's dead and gone A calf that's found too late and frozen, just outside the barn These are them These are them The sad and sinkin' feeling on the red-eye into town Buckin' off some bull you could have rode when you were young These are them These are them And although it brings me pain just to tell you I've got to say, I'm kind of compelled to For these are the remains of you When you can't believe and see you're living under curse Tryin' to treat disease to see it only getting worse These are them These are them Callin' up an old friend to find she'd overdosed last spring A man's voice on the phone at your place, six or seven rings These are them These are them And although it brings me pain just to tell you I've got to say, I'm kind of compelled to For these are the remains of you Freezing drops of rain Pelts of otters slain Fortunes on the wane The vast unbroken plain Hatreds bred in haste Good men losing face Tragedy in space Resource gone to waste Peaceful culture aging Holocaustal ragings Defeats that we're still staging In wars that we're still waging There's nothing more I can do For these are the remains of you . 041101 what's it to you? who go blather from