Ban Marriage is found on the album The Smell of Our Own. Found on more albums: Smell of Our Own. The Hidden Cameras – Ban Marriage. Ban marriage Ban marriage. The minister was drunk and high from his rewrite of holy verse with more lies But the organist she played with a tenacity and grace that was fine. The whole room was filled with the thunder and flood Of just one chord; the thrill and clarity of sound.
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Ban marriage, ban marriage Ban marriage, ban marriage. That there is splendor in the harshness of bum That consummation makes a grumble And the sound that I have learned called
Ban marriage, ban marriage. The minister was drunk and high from his rewrite of holy verse with more lies But the organist she played with a tenacity and grace that was fine The whole room was filled with the thunder and flood With just one chord, the thrill and clarity of sound But soon the song went slowly dead And I was forced to take a stand
Welcome to Ban Week, in which Splinter writers build a case for burning it all down. Marriage is a political institution and a personal achievement. It’s the best choice you ever made and your greatest regret and maybe something you did because you were of a certain age so really why not. It’s a covenant with God and the reason you lost your housing subsidy. It’s a drag on men and a scam of the patriarchy. It’s a privatization scheme and a profound expression of romantic optimism at a time when everything else seems to be falling apart.
The Hidden Cameras - Ban Marriage I was late getting to church on the morning of my ceremonyStayed up too late, the night beforeFrom fingering. The Hidden Cameras - The Animals Of Prey We go down like molesClaws dig an endless holeWe descend on foursOur snouts lead us onWe fall down without. The Hidden Cameras - The Man That I Am With My Man The man that I am with my manHis warm coals heat toesA shower cleans the surface and holesWater, soap