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All I know is, something I was unaware of
Left that vacant look in her eyes
As if I had taken the last brownie of her life
And then heard myself laughing
From the dark side of the moon
Maybe she was just standing in
The wrong wind that day
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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Murderers, the Devil
Hitler, Whores
Cholera, Pig, Big Fat
Cows
Time
It’s broken
Throw it down
To Florida
Throw it on
The floor
Time
It’s broken
So where is it?
Somebody took my purse
Where is it?
Murderers, Murderers
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There is fire under the earth
Where the dragon has spoken
So you have only 13 seconds
To turn around and fly away
Or else they’ll blow wind and fire
Up and down your spine
There’s no need to drown
Or hide anything
There are still men
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I think you’re overwhelmed, but I think a lot of things about you and not all of them are fair.
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Man on aisle nine looking for the answer to cancer
Will the partially clothed couple on aisle four please put the rest of their clothing back on
If you are finished doing whatever it was you were doing?
Man on aisle five trying to imagine
Whil
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I know you,
ladies and gentlemen
We see the near future
through you
Your factual face
as you sit indoors
Youthless
In your ordinary chair
"Mice run through their vision
Mice run through
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shitting out the Mona Lisa.
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It’s important to sound
Human, I know
To get fragile
Near your
Mother
I myself
Get glimpses
Now & then
Once,
Eating chicken, staring
At the inside
Of a muscle
Once
During a bad thunderstorm
While running down the stairs
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Cafés just aren´t cool anymore
unless they boast walls of exposed brick, pipes,
half a chair nailed to the ceiling,
mis-matched furniture back-breakingly uncomfortable.
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I look good
Together
Got these penny wings
I could actually fly with
It all becomes so clear
Sound goes down
Sanity returns in an instant
The night is bigger...
I’d rather stay near the ground
I’m not a practicing angel
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There’s the Farmer’s Market
In the pouring rain
There’s the streets all
Filled with pain
We used to sit in darkened caves
Singing to each other
We sat in the darkened halls
And chewed upon our brothers
We once invented painting
By
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We were clinging to hope and innocence
Until the second jet struck the Twin Towers
That was when real evil twisted our hearts
And we were left without prayer, or power
Yes, a couple holding hands jumped from the building
But when I was the o
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They wear their bodies recklessly, these cempazuchitl,
these flowers of the dead.
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