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Corporate or colonial. The movement is unstoppable. Like the body of a centerfold, it spreads. To the counter-culture copyright. Get your revolution at a lower price. Or make believe and throw th
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Every new day is a gift, it's a song of redemption. Any expression of love is the way to return. To that place that I think of so often but I never mention. The one the voice in the back of my head
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Used to dream of time machines. Now it's been said we're post everything. As a child, imagining. Neckties and coastlines I've seen the show, man, what a sight. Drenched us in approximated sunlight
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Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe. There's people always dying, trying to keep 'em alive. His body's decomposing in containers tonight. In an abandoned building wh
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Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind, when it blows. It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow. See the new pyramids, down in old Manhattan. From the roof of a friend's, I watched an empi
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It's not the road we used to know. They tore some buildings down. The traffic's like a pack of dogs. There's fewer trees, windows, fleas. Concrete on the lawn. There's people here but you are gon
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Death may come invisible. Or in a holy wall of fire. In the breath between the markers. On some black I-80 mile From the madness of the governments. To the vengeance of the sea. Well, everything
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Leave the bright, blue door on the white-washed wall. Leave the death ledger under city hall. Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet. Leave
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Shrill as a choir of children. Urgent like the first day of May. False and inflatable feeling. Tugs at my senses. Big as the Macy's Parade One brick on top of another. Such is the measure of man.
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When panic grips your body and your heart's a hummingbird. Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse. And all your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse. Every
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. 'Cause you never reap of any seed deprived of sunlight So I have become the middleman, the gray areas are mine. The in-between, the absentee is a beautiful disguise So I keep my footlights shining bright
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The wife forgave the mistress for she only entertained. The pain was gone the instant she cleared her throat to speak her name. Said, "Both of us must suffer from the same unending ache" The world w
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