Unseasoned - A poem set to music
Posted by Luscious Gris on June 25, 2008 around 1pm
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it hides in bottles, it’s watching me, you can’t run or it will see
last year I read books on trains, all my papers and pants had stains
bought a used coat, went to court, took the pill outside the airport
insomniactivationalize, bleach it out before it dies, before it decides,
before it realizes, before it compromises, before it crystallizes, into something
our friends they’re not here anymore, I dream of knobs on closed doors
birdfeeders tennis and coffee your mother called
she was unhappy.
uneasiness stirring from deep, it’s unseasoned and
poison from deep
we drink and talk, but never crowd, we talk alike, but never aloud, never aloud
never aloud, never aloud, never aloud, I was never allowed to be
our friends they’re not here anymore, I dream of knobs on closed doors
streaming pages of hip band tours, I don’t fight no civil wars
it’s been smeared across the sky, it’s watching me where I lie
the stones in her pockets made her shiver, the egglayer drown in
indian giver
our friends they’re not here anymore, I dream of knobs on closed doors
streaming pages of hip band tours, I don’t fight in civil wars
our friends they’re not here anymore, I dream of knobs on closed doors
streaming pages of hip band tours, I don’t fight in civil wars
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