Dé Sathairn, Iúil 21, 2007

You're going to die

You're gonna die, you're gonna die, you're gonna die tonight.

Dance the strawman jango.

Hurt is for the head, I am the heart,

You have no daughter

Mother

Woman

sickness

income gap

treed by a woman, stepping stone

rock, and a place

out of home is where you're going

and that's all there is

friends, life, lovers,

house party, let's get mood lighting
digital instruments, blonde and black casts

stage woman, comfort men

pets for the deranged and comatose, the parking lot
where people leave, hard facts

Christ figures, platinum templates, hard facts,

facile notices

cringing, working

out the solution

waking up, it's all

no, sober, open, and waiting.

The break, the break, the billy, the billy, the billy
frost, engine

widow's hair peak cleaner season soundlessness open, fogginess, forget.

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