1,928,649 Pages

​Dead Ladies

This song is by Baby Dayliner and appears on the album High Heart & Low Estate (2004).

All my lady-friends are dead but they are never going to leave
I'd give a fortune to the man who could give them breath again

But, they remain baggage of the worst kind -nostalgia so delicate
They're a cartel from the gates of hell -a malignant syndicate

Give me a sign from the afterlife
Tell me whether this is right
Or might it be a base necessity?

Sometimes living a life of virtue, joy and devoid pain
Though it's often pointed out to me, one devoid of reality

I get flashes of being a real man, the sensation never sticks
Because I'm convinced that I've been cursed by the undead with whom I share my bed