dead babies produced by .org featuring: murlot, .org hook: you're mad mum I'm the dead babies laid down to rest no dead babies .org old british lady fading forbading aiding abetting steady unredden bed ridden ready reading petting unremitting deadly spitting splitting headache bed in lake killer quake ache maybe wavy aviator baby crazy ravage rabid random tandem psychic phantom tantrum anthem average package empty plastic cactus tempting let me plenty fact is renting capture stinting entered hinting rapture recap aperture glinting mid-inning sun listen murlot listen prickles up the neck fist grip wreck rub raw rosary go to see no body air strikes piano keys teased under lock expect jingle jingles in my ears there are no children here fled in fear dread and drear speechless seer fog phony beings homely tone grounds groans alone shown poorly known several stories clever glories sorely level down to purgatory .org Dr. Specter rectory vectoring closeness Mr. Tuttles tuberculosis process house hostess forces frozen coast test 2 dozen horses of course in the course of porridge foraging foreign barging courage enlarging argentina ardent dreamer sergeant ether either enoch light out of spite night heightened bloody smile lightened frightened titan study steady lichen Lutian notion drank pollution potion ocean engrossing closing position listen murlot no wiser then a child frozen in a hold preserved in cold bogs logged in nice piles of earth fuel spirits of old crude energy petrol stripped and sold skipped in stones stubborn bones stay to atone our atomized sight itemized life drab and trite might trivialize silly dribble always in the middle of this and that constant distract common react disrespect attempt da-da-da-da-da ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dead Babies annotated This song is the dead brother to H.A.W. It is Kin. Why? Because babies are involved. This whole "dead baby" premise came about from the movie "the others". Not even the movie, per say, but from the commercial for the movie. If you recall, there was one commercial that had the little kid in a first communion dress or something like that and Nicole Kidman asked it "where's my daughter" and the communion thing answered, "you're mad mum, I am your daughter". Whenever watching the commercial (or any other time we deemed necessary) we would say, "Youíre mad mum, I am the dead babies". This kind of died down but once the movie came out, and it is a pretty good movie, it was rekindled. Note: we performed this song at a show in Iowa. It was our second to last song and everyone hated it. You know, it's hard to perform when everyone is backing away from the stage and has these reproachful grimaces on their grills. It wasn't even reproach so much, it was more blank indignation.