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New Release
what's built on sand will always move hard to stand on what you cannot prove construct an inside, with no ceiling or door what once was a home is now the corner store of wanting people to love beyond the scenes of the play keeping teenage dreams sewn in the seam of the pocket of your father's (favorite) regrets 'he meant well', you say, he meant well we used to have the new release, treasure grip it like un-melt-able ice the summer we lost the old truck same week we were kicked out of our old dump landlord says we have to pay landlord lives five thousand miles away and it's our molasses hearts stuck out there on the porch in the house of discarded arts, we're tearing apart we're tearing apart we used to have the new release treasure grip it like un-melt-able ice we used to agree magic doesn't come the same way twice in the cemetery of her shoes illusion came unglued in the palm of her feet against the grain of her skin stored in the stomach of the street where they've always been in the vein of the beat where we've always been with the fingers of the heart we're tearing apart, we're tearing apart ...and we read fairytales and sang lullabies. and the moon threw off her shawl and declared; "clemency for mankind!" oh, the hours we lost in the hair of the gods mortals die and replace themselves a last charlatan resigns to make due with the rates, make due with the rates the emperor's clothes dress for themselves while I mind-shape scent recorders the emperor's clothes dress for themselves while I dream of secret colors arrange disorder in a significant way leave the trouble-tied facts to the amnesiacs cause we've got to have the new release oh, the hours we lost in the hair of the gods when time was left at the door of the world oh, the hours we lost in the hair of the gods when the clock itself became absurd we got the new release treasure grip it like the first pair of eyes Words by travist.paine. ©2001 Ocean Tone - Words [back to main page] |
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