“Funeral Blues,” “Past’s Dreamland,” “Funeral Parlour’s Instructions”
When I die, bury me in a bright red dress,
the colour of the blood that pushed through my veins
the fire of life and love’s caress.
When I die, bury me with red bright lipstick on,
to dilute the grayscale of mourning
brought by the passers-by.
the colour of the blood that pushed through my veins
the fire of life and love’s caress.
When I die, bury me with red bright lipstick on,
to dilute the grayscale of mourning
brought by the passers-by.