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He never happened
They didn't plan it
The seeds were saplings
You'll understand it
If they think the arrows rose then nothing is true
If we rode on endless waves then everything's new
If they gave us gleaming keys then nothing is true
If we failed in pristine times, the blame's on you
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We heard the second class
We heard you're training well
We saw the hour glass
We heard the third shift bells
We heard the iron clasp
We breathed through iron lungs
We heard the rattling grasp
We ran from rusted suns
We heard the final shift was now
Must've been part of that good change oh oh oh
Must have told it to rearrange oh oh oh
Had to sell it for spare change oh oh oh
Had to watch it all prearranged oh oh oh
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The failures slump so well on walls that make the weekdays
We gasp at breaths that barely make it through the breezeways
And that's the one attempt to hold it for the blue blazers
We've got to hold it; we've got to hold it
We've got to, we've got to, we've got to hold it, hold it
Test, test where the pressure's from
The balance numbers are the ones that came due last week
It threatened, threatened to handicap the whole fleet
And that's the one attempt to fold it in front of the elites
We've got to fold it; we've got to fold it
We've got to, we've got to, we've got to fold it, fold it
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Come on, it's not that we don't know
We got caught up in the harvest glow
Now it's time to set it straight
Time to slide downhill not skate
And pray for early snow
Call, call, call another day
All, all, all of us bored of your new fast ways
Come on, it's not that we don't try
We struggle daily behind our smoky eyes
Where we fail is we don't wait
Life spent just spinning plates
And playing as advertised
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Aligned at random moments, but never made them click
The basement scanner types were the only ones to see it
Before the book cameras, we wielded jagged blades
That one time in the map room, you even said my name
Erase, erase, erase the penciled tracks
Vanish, vanish, vanish behind the stacks
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At first I'm singing "I know," and then I'm singing "moo moo moon" as the bass part and some other gibberish. Then I come in with "Sing your sudden faces to the slow." I don't know what it means, either. It just came out of my mouth.
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Built on bricks made brittle by high tide
Leaning and leaning to the right side
Another one's coming; it takes deep breaths to see it
So focus and don't get defeatist
At least he looks like an expert
When the pain comes again, he'll be buried in the same dirt
Dont blame them for not owning shirts on their backs
Don't blame them for not hoarding gold bars in stacks
Don't blame them for energy that's too fast to react
Let them go forward and not falter back
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I expected it rough
I expected power enough
To change the way we drew the rivers and maps and off ramps
But we've gotten so gray and so cramped
So desperate
Behaved like the last real literates
Glittered a step below gold
We've got new people but they're just getting old
We've got new people but they're just getting old
Fled cold weather and stiff upper lips
Fled the isolation of one county sticks
Fled the country air and home remedy kits
Fled the vinyl blinds and the neighborhood kids
We traded packaged for over the shoulder
We traded winters but somehow got colder
We traded for people but they just get older
We traded to be alone but we're never alone
We're never alone...we're never alone
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Here are the demos I have done for the Friday Challenge series, wherein I write a song a week and post it, however awful or unfinished, for you to mock.
released August 17, 2012