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Reference to: 
The Hanging Garden 
A novel by David Wagoner
1980 Atlantic-Little Brown
Also referenced in 'The Hanging Garden'

From 'The Hanging Garden', the novel

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This is an example of how Robert Smith takes an inspiration from one or more sources, develops and augments it with his own unique profundity and clothes it in synaesthetic music to produce a marvel. 

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At the recent Hyde Park Concert a straw poll with no scientific validity at all suggested Shake Dog Shake was the most anticipated song.

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A man hooks up with a woman who breeds dogs. They move to his newly bought country ranch of sorts where he is intending to breed dogs. He meets up with strange small town characters including a sinister guy who runs the dog pound. He eventually discovers the hanging garden with dogs and other animals hanged and left to rot.

He is discovered, runs away until he is caught:

 

p61

"Lying in the grass, shaking, he remembered the stink and terror of the war"

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He is injected witha sedative. He wakes in the dark with a taste in his mouth.

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p142 "His mouth tasted like iron which could have been blood yet there was an underlayer of bitterness in it... he didn't have enough saliva to spit with, and the idea of coughing made him afraid: his throat felt broken inside."

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Sick dogs

p56 "Why should he want to eat dirt?Sick dogs did that"

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Breathed Like Sick Dogs

p68 "But no-one was there, just four new dogs in cages, one lying on its side, eyes closed, panting unnaturally."

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p73 (referring to this dog) ""Four dogs in there" the Mayor said. "A sick one maybe...""

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p138 "In the dream he was hanging outdoors in bad weather"

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Read the rest of the novel to discover what happens to him.

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Shake Dog Shake, the song

 

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Ha ha ha

Wake up in the dark

The after-taste of anger in the back of my mouth

Spit it on the wall

And cough some more

And scrape my skin with razor blades

And make up in the new blood

And try to look so good

Follow me

Make up in the new blood

And follow me to where the real fun is

Ha ha ha

As stale and selfish as a sick dog

Spurning sex like an animal of god

I'll tear your red hair by the roots

And hold you blazing

Hold you cherished in the dead electric light

Your face

I'll never see you this way again

I captured it so perfectly

As if I knew you'd disappear away

Shake shake shake shake

Shake shake shake shake

Shake dog shake

Shake shake shake shake

Shake shake shake shake

Shake dog shake

You hit me again

You howl and hit me again

The same sharp pain

Wakes me in the dark

And cuts me from my throat to my pounding heart

My heart

My shaking heart

My howl my shake dog

Oh shake dog shake

Shake shake

Shake dog shake

But we slept all night in the virgin's bed

And dreamed of death

And breathed like sick dogs

We slept all night in the virgin's bed

And breathed like death

And dreamed of sick dogs

Shake shake

Shake dog shake

Wake up wake up wake up

Shake dog shake

Wake up wake up wake up

Shake dog shake

Wake up in the new blood

Make up in the new blood

Shake up in the new blood

And follow me to where the real fun is

Shake dog shake

Songwriters: Robert James Smith

Shake Dog Shake lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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