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One day we all wake to find
Fishbowl rocks in our right front pocket
And a movie ticket stub
From the local morgue
Kept safe there in the other
And when you stop to read
you have to leave a rock
Convincing
living human remains
that you yourself
are convinced of living human beings
or do your arms just jut from the wide side
of an interior wall
(fast)fast can
top of the beat
loose hands never damned them
not even in dreams (are you)are you
no longer the propmaster
cleaning up fake blood between shots
coming home feeling dirty
from a long night of nearly being yourself
and you see
these have been things sung(sung) that will never be (songs)songs…
Classic heart held out in seperable palms
Holding your…breath against a still fleshed chest full of ‘should bes’
You see how ever so slightly permanent
These are then things sung that’ll never be songs
Never more wet concrete
though song street
This is not more wet concrete the soul
Song street now not swan concrete
Now swan song
Now not more raw wheat
((are you not disco?))
Never more concrete not song not more raw wheat
not song not more swanmeat
never more concrete not song not more raw wheat
not swan not more song meat
song swan…
a frozen is solved
by our wheat
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
One day we all wake to find
Fishbowl rocks in our right front pocket
And a movie ticket stub
From the local morgue
Kept safe there in the other
And when you stop to read (this’ll never be)
you have to leave a rock (this’ll never be)
Convincing (this’ll never be)
living human remains (this’ll never be)
that you yourself (this’ll never be)
are convinced of living human beings (this’ll never be)
Never more wet concrete the soul
song street now not swan concrete never meat
not swan song meat never not poor song meat
not swan
not more raw wheat
not
Fishbowl rocks in our right front pocket
And a movie ticket stub
From the local morgue
Kept safe there in the other
And when you stop to read
you have to leave a rock
Convincing
living human remains
that you yourself
are convinced of living human beings
or do your arms just jut from the wide side
of an interior wall
(fast)fast can
top of the beat
loose hands never damned them
not even in dreams (are you)are you
no longer the propmaster
cleaning up fake blood between shots
coming home feeling dirty
from a long night of nearly being yourself
and you see
these have been things sung(sung) that will never be (songs)songs…
Classic heart held out in seperable palms
Holding your…breath against a still fleshed chest full of ‘should bes’
You see how ever so slightly permanent
These are then things sung that’ll never be songs
Never more wet concrete
though song street
This is not more wet concrete the soul
Song street now not swan concrete
Now swan song
Now not more raw wheat
((are you not disco?))
Never more concrete not song not more raw wheat
not song not more swanmeat
never more concrete not song not more raw wheat
not swan not more song meat
song swan…
a frozen is solved
by our wheat
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
who is the propmaster?
One day we all wake to find
Fishbowl rocks in our right front pocket
And a movie ticket stub
From the local morgue
Kept safe there in the other
And when you stop to read (this’ll never be)
you have to leave a rock (this’ll never be)
Convincing (this’ll never be)
living human remains (this’ll never be)
that you yourself (this’ll never be)
are convinced of living human beings (this’ll never be)
Never more wet concrete the soul
song street now not swan concrete never meat
not swan song meat never not poor song meat
not swan
not more raw wheat
not
Fuel the city
