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LIGHT BULBS
02:07
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The way by which we leave we call death
Though this room is not dead at all
It tends to foster quite meaningful relationships
But the mold and the mildew, the rust on your pipes
The layers upon layers of the peeling wallpaper
Must eventually reveal the nature of a cover-up
The makeup the cracking plaster the failing foundation
Though not death themselves
Get to the heart of what it is we're fighting for
There seems to be just enough space between us
For you to catch the cracks
And for me to just walk right over them
And I would hate to let something so sincerely inevitable
Get beneath my skin
Oh how it loves to settle in
Like any other effective means of torture
It's the way it wears you down over time
But sees to it that you see it through to the bitter end
Why do I think that I should be any different
My leaves are turning brown
Yes just like everybody else
It might just be the one thing that unites us
Calm solidarity through this struggle
Yes this is where we stand on common ground
What if I took more breaths with both my lungs
What if I traded in all of my parts for pieces
Not quite so biodegradable
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WINTER BREATH
03:30
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Must have taken a great stampede
With a thousand pounding marching feet
All part of an infantry
Who were dying to lose their souls to the enemy Just to carry out plans past down
To sustain the winter breath ground cover
Wool blankets hold hostage
The sun, its light, and all its colours.
Mist to moisten your tongue and cheek
A film to cover your eyes with me
A place where ocean and sky once met
Draw a blank, draw a blank, there is nothing left
Cause I’d rather be long extinct
With my eggs thrown across conquered beach
Feed the tourist fossil fuel
Preserve the memories of you
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THE TRICK
01:57
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HEAD STRONG
04:22
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You’re not that headstrong
Some of the ways you used to laugh are gone
Circuitry burning
Smoke pulls your hand as you drive off the highway
Bombed and bombarded
Most of your thoughts seeps through your fingers
Dropped in the ocean
Clenching your fist won’t prevent drowning
The few times I see you
Something has died that wasn’t dead before
Wish I was there more
You don’t notice change that you’re around for
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WHOSE STREETS
05:42
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Even if it takes me all night
We’ll get you off the streets and out of sight
Even if it takes winter long
We’ll thaw you out and get you moving along
But how will our businesses thrive
If you fuck with our window shopping?
How, with you standing outside?
Our paying customers might feel uncomfortable getting by
Now that our streets are all safe and sound
We’ve got the time and the money to get down
Down, yes to business we’ll get
So please wait patiently so I may straighten my tie and ask
Sorry sir, your lips are all blue, your hands and your fingers too
Sir, if you could take that outside
This is clearly not a hospital room
Our paying customers might feel uncomfortable getting by
Our paying customers
Your hungry faces do not lie
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MIDDLE
02:57
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REAL UNREAL
03:21
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CIGARETTES IN ROWS
04:25
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I do not pass eyes to a passing [unknown]
To the people trapped inside struggling for sunlight
I do not lift my nose to the cotton in the air
Smoking cigarettes in rows
Forcing muscles to pose
For the photograph
With all my friends
In the photograph
Pose for the photograph
They’re not my friends
In the photograph
I do not pass ears through the layers of the earth
Histories of time in the stories I’ve heard
I do not pass ears as we carry out the dead
Ship them off to foreign lands
Drinking whiskey instead
As we read about
Their getting shot dead
We read out loud
Shot dead
We read about
Their getting shot, killed
We read out loud
As we read about
Their getting killed dead
We read out loud
As we read about their getting killed dead
We read about.
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