Lorca's Novena
๐ต 855 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:41 duration
๐ ID: 134181
๐ Lyrics
Ignacio lay dying in the sand
A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
And the women wept to see their hero die
And the big black birds gathered in the sky
Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The years went by and then the killers came
And took the men, marched them up the hill of pain
And Lorca, the faggot poet they left 'til last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The killers came to mutilate the dead
But ran away in terror to search the town instead
But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
And the women wept to see their hero die
And the big black birds gathered in the sky
Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The years went by and then the killers came
And took the men, marched them up the hill of pain
And Lorca, the faggot poet they left 'til last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The killers came to mutilate the dead
But ran away in terror to search the town instead
But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:33.45] Ignacio lay dying in the sand
[00:41.74] A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
[00:49.68] And the women wept to see their hero die
[00:57.93] And the big black birds gathered in the sky
[01:06.33] Mother of all our joys
[01:08.44] Mother of all our sorrows
[01:10.61] Intercede with him tonight
[01:14.38] For all of our tomorrows
[01:20.47] The years went by and then the killers came
[01:28.52] And took the men, marched them up the hill of pain
[01:36.63] And Lorca, the faggot poet they left 'til last
[01:44.92] Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
[01:53.41] Mother of all our joys
[01:55.60] Mother of all our sorrows
[01:57.62] Intercede with him tonight
[02:01.23] For all of our tomorrows
[02:05.41]
[02:23.77] The killers came to mutilate the dead
[02:31.86] But ran away in terror to search the town instead
[02:40.02] But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
[02:47.93] And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
[02:56.49] Mother of all our joys
[02:58.59] Mother of all our sorrows
[03:00.60] Intercede with him tonight
[03:04.34] For all of our tomorrows
[03:07.96]
[00:41.74] A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
[00:49.68] And the women wept to see their hero die
[00:57.93] And the big black birds gathered in the sky
[01:06.33] Mother of all our joys
[01:08.44] Mother of all our sorrows
[01:10.61] Intercede with him tonight
[01:14.38] For all of our tomorrows
[01:20.47] The years went by and then the killers came
[01:28.52] And took the men, marched them up the hill of pain
[01:36.63] And Lorca, the faggot poet they left 'til last
[01:44.92] Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
[01:53.41] Mother of all our joys
[01:55.60] Mother of all our sorrows
[01:57.62] Intercede with him tonight
[02:01.23] For all of our tomorrows
[02:05.41]
[02:23.77] The killers came to mutilate the dead
[02:31.86] But ran away in terror to search the town instead
[02:40.02] But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
[02:47.93] And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
[02:56.49] Mother of all our joys
[02:58.59] Mother of all our sorrows
[03:00.60] Intercede with him tonight
[03:04.34] For all of our tomorrows
[03:07.96]