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Westminster Stairs
09:51
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Standing in the picture of a desolated square
You’re no more of an animal inside
Winter will be hard, spring won’t be the same
Simple pleasures are a self-defense
Take stock of the churches, take stock of the one-way streets
Take stock of the smokestacks, take stock of a chill in the air
Light a cigarette when you wade into the darkness
And you’re walking through the walls like sacred veils
Take stock of the things that prop this wasted life
Like a blanket fort
and the sun is rising now
I can see it rising now
You’re living in the city now
Where no one even knows your name
And no one ever wonders
How you found this place
You’re living in the corner room
And no one wants to live this way
And no one even cares
You’re such a sick disgrace
Your grief is not natural anyway
There’s no future out there
Just a suicidal pact
A trip to the country in a scintillating dream
Your friends want to hurt you
They just want you in pain
You’re just another monster
Let’s go to the quarry
Let’s see what’s up these stairs
I can see you in their structure
We’re giving back our time everywhere
This grief is not natural
This grief is not practical anyway
This grief is not natural
This grief is not tactical anyway
This grief is not natural
This grief is not actual anyway
This grief is not natural
This grief is not sexual anyway
This grief is not natural
This grief is not radical anyway
This grief is not natural
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Warring States
07:25
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I think University Av. is underwater
It’s just a thing, it’s just another thing
Some things are like this, some things are unlike this
I think university ave. is underwater
What does this man do when he walks in on his friend’s body
Does he run and cut him and hold him to his chest
Does he call for an ambulance
Does he act rationally
Does he scream and cry
Does he turn into a terrified child
Does he turn into anything at all
Does he just grab another beer
Suck it up and grab another beer
Take a walk around the graveyard
Become a lucid shade
Everyone’s watching you and no one cares
It’s just a thing, it’s just another thing
Some things are here, some things are over there
What do you do with your life when you’re sixty years old
And your partner suddenly dies without any warning
The apartment becomes a black hole
Get your papers in order
Pull yourself together
Bring the shades down in the evening
You can pick out a film to watch
You can’t go anywhere by yourself
There’s a right and a wrong
The dogs wait for the train to come in
Get your papers in order
Get your coffee pot ready
Take a picture now
Take a picture then
Have a dream about high school
Have a dream about being on the stage
Have a dream about freedom
Have a dream about losing your virginity in the science hallway
The crystals of truth light the sinkhole
in a street in a mid-sized city
with an industrial past
that persists today
like a submachine gun
buried in the churchyard
and the snow turns into rain
and you’re standing in the kitchen
and time just crawls around
and the snow turns into rain
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Deliverance
08:56
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Do you think it’s safe to go outside
Can you see anything down there
How’s it look on the streets
Do you think the clouds will part
Do you think the birds will sing
Do you think we’ll see another day
Do you think we’ll grow old
Do you think we’ll get to live a long life
Do you think we’ll be bound together for a short time
Do you think we’ll look back on these days with affection or with fear
Do you think we’ll have any regrets
Will things only get harder from here
Will we find any solace in chapters and bookshelves and bridges and rain
Be insistent
We didn’t raise a coward
Do you have any convictions
Don’t you have anything to hold onto
Can you understand anything that’s happening
When your parents die
Will you have experienced heaven before
Will you have been the edge of the world before
Will you ride your bike again
Will you sit by the window
Will the sun come out and say goodbye
Will any of this have been worth anything at all
Will any of this be worth anything at all
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Hc svnt dracones
07:18
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Can’t say I do, I don’t know how
Don’t know which main I can tap
Don’t know which car I should get on
I’ve made some horrible mistakes
When the sun comes into my bedroom
I’m as good as dead like a dead horse
The dice are thrown, the flies are here
They’re coming to take the trash away
Let’s begin to love each other, if we can
Your logic gets you anywhere
You have some nerve coming here
I will atone, I’ll just give up
Do you think that’ll be so easy
You’re phasing out, you’re burning low
I’m on the other side of town
You’re a specter in the backyard
We were children now and then
Let’s begin to love each other, if we try
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Corduroy Road
05:52
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Do you have the same feeling?
Please don’t lie to me
I won’t know when you’re lying
Please don’t talk to me
I can’t stand when you talk
Please just lie with me
We don’t have to get close
Do you have the same feeling?
Please don’t try with me
I’m too tired to try
Please don’t wait for me
I’m not catching up
Please don’t cry for me
Don’t let anything show
Just do something so unusual
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