J. Robbins Abandoned Mansions
No, the years really haven't been kind
Central booking at sunrise
In the red at the edge of your eyes
Let it blur as you drive by
Grand abandoned mansions from a better time
Rotting out from the inside
If you dig, what d'you think you would find
It's a tomb, not a gold mine
It's the creche of the creatures who climb
Over each other's bent spines
Giants in the earth and bullets in the sky
Grand abandoned mansions from a better time
Rotting out from the inside
If you dig what d'you think you would find
“Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie
And from the towers in the town
Death looks gigantically down” -( E.A. Poe)
Giants in the earth and bullets in the sky
Grand abandoned mansions from a better time
Bars and churches in their never-ending lines
Rotting out from the inside
