A compilation of 20 songs recorded between 2011 and 2015, screen-printed by Ink Knife Press and designed in collaboration between Aaron J. Shay and Ink Knife Press.
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O, Death!
O, Death!
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
Well what is this that I can't see,
With ice cold hands taking hold of me?
Well I am death none can excel!
I'll open the door to heaven or hell.
O, Death! Somebody might pray-
Please come and take me another day.
The children sang the preacher preached-
Time and mercy is out of your reach.
I'll fix your feet 'til you can't walk,
I'll lock your jaw 'til you can't talk,
I'll close your eyes so you can't see,
This very hour come and go with me.
O, Death!
O, Death!
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
My mother came to my bed,
She placed a cold towel upon my head.
My head is warm my feet are cold,
Death, you're moving upon my soul!
O, Death, how you're treating me!
You close my eyes so I can't see!
Well you're hurting my body you make me cold,
You run my life right out of my soul!
O, Death, please consider my age!
Please don't take me at this stage.
All my wealth is at your command
If you'll remove your burning hands!
O, the young the rich or poor,
You're all the same to me, you know!
All your wealth, your silver, your gold,
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
O, Death!
O, Death!
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
Anthonie's work is like a piece of literary fiction put to synthesized pop music. He is a storyteller in song quite unlike any other, spotlighting what might be otherwise considered normal lives. Aaron J. Shay