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| Water Wings (and other pool side fashion faux pas) | ||||||||||
| You awalys had the blondest hair. Chlorine has stripped the pigment from your skin. The cash was worth the fucking change. At the pool from open to close. Rake the bottom for loose change. A job that got him his luxurious house and cars but it probably lead to his divorce. It's probably the reason why his son hates him. Now your blood is so toxic with chlorine that you only have 3 months to live. Was the change worth it? Was the divorce worth it? You will never see your son again. | ||||||||||
| Where No One Knows | ||||||||||
| Side stepped landmines and working class attitudes. This is a love song... deal with it. Things I don't understand are always the most interesting. Like zero and eraserhead. But sometimes it's just about feeling good like John Cusak and pop punk. | ||||||||||
| The Kennedy Curse | ||||||||||
| Take this blood from my veins and paint me a masterpiece that tells the story of a parade. Kill their leader and watch his family die. The last man standing is a joke in spite of the glorious head shots and 8x10's the name does not lice on. That's all you get fuckers. | ||||||||||
| Jubella | ||||||||||
| You had such grace in the end. I wish I could remember what colour your eyes were but every time I looked at you my mind went black. You had the best damn Sunday dress at the end of the world. The wall of flames that consumed you and everything that was good, "not with a band but a whimper." What would you do? Arms spread welcoming the impending nothing. | ||||||||||
| Little Girls Pointing and Laughing | ||||||||||
| I still can remember what you did. Your eyes full of discomfort, bare foot in a public washroom. Spill on me your nostalgia like warm water and cataracts that fell behind self concious eyes. Hurt so good through ivory rain and cutthroat soapbox derby. I want you to ruin me. | ||||||||||
| Pulmonary Archery | ||||||||||
| Its never too late to be early or to try and maintain some scrap of integrity and certainty, I guess. But I won't apologize and 1877 was a long time ago. I don't care how things were. I won't apologize. Fuck you. The alamo has been penetrated and there is little hope for the white man, so hop on your rainbow and ride it into oblivion. For all I care you can be early or late, whatever. | ||||||||||