
The Dying Feast
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- anti-folk
- 2020s
- chamber folk
- indie folk
- contemporary folk
- singer-songwriter
Lyrics
Verse 1
Heavy feet
Slowly sliding down the hall
Gray skin
Sweating grease against the paper bag
Cold fries
Limp and salty like a basement leak
He gasps
He wheezes
He wobbles
The golden arches look like rusted wire
Fingers tremble
Paper crinkles
Chorus
He brought me burgers and a side of ice
The meat is gray and the buns are dry
He’s coughing hard through a thin disguise
Burgers and ice
Burgers and ice
He’s fading fast but he’s acting nice
With burgers and ice
Verse 2
Pale palm
Holding out a soggy cardboard box
Ice cold
The milkshake separated in the heat
Yellow tie
Stained with mustard from a month ago
He coughs
The walls shake
The floor breaks
He says it is the finest meal in town
Eyes rolling
Heart slowing
Chorus
He brought me burgers and a side of ice
The meat is gray and the buns are dry
He’s coughing hard through a thin disguise
Burgers and ice
Burgers and ice
He’s fading fast but he’s acting nice
With burgers and ice
Bridge
The leader is falling
The leader is stalling
The leader is calling for more
Clutching his chest on the carpet
Spilling the soda on the carpet
Leaving his ghost on the carpet
Verse 3
Dead end
One last nugget on a plastic tray
Stiff jaw
Locked around a lie about the price
Silent room
Just the rattling of a plastic straw
Gone now
Gone cold
Gone old
The cheese is plastic glued to frozen beef
Crown heavy
Tummy heavy
Chorus
He brought me burgers and a side of ice
The meat is gray and the buns are dry
He’s coughing hard through a thin disguise
Burgers and ice
Burgers and ice
He’s fading fast but he’s acting nice
With burgers and ice
Post-Chorus
Burgers and ice
Cold as the night
Burgers and ice
Nothing is right
Outro
The bag is empty
The man is still
The fries are freezing
On the window sill
On the window sill
On the window sill
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