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Meanwhile
04:40
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I’m with Dr. Zhivago and the English Patient
Talking to McCullers again
Sitting in the kitchen in the heat and the wind
On the wire again
Meanwhile at the market they sell half for all
It’s an arm and a leg to kill anything in the wall
The landlord’s M.I.A. until the first day of the month
You can’t throw a stone around here without hitting someone
Chess masters in the park, smoking in the wind
Laughing how there’s no way to tell
Advertisement satellites beam down on the field
Its hard to get enough sun down here to really heal
Plague doctors standing on the steps again
The congregation’s gathered, half a woman to a man
It’s elbow to elbow in the apocalypse
You can’t smell the flowers without
Catching something from the abyss
K says the numbers are on the rise
She says rooms are overflowing every night
I start to think everything’s over and done
But I can’t get out of bed off that so it just won’t be enough
Joan says it’s all you can do
To get through the black and the blue
She’s translating braille to reveal
The soul’s just something you gotta feel
Candles are lit
The warship is booked
There’s no going back now
Everyone I know is tired and shook
Looking for a silver lining in a raincloud book
Meanwhile, I can’t get you out of my head
Wondering how you are if you’re not sick in bed
I get up in the morning, have a smoke
And catch up on the charts
Meanwhile
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2. |
Start A War #2
02:44
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You’re the chip on my shoulder
I’ll carry you around til I’m over
Cleaning the garden
Off the balcony
Like I’ve just started
As if I still feel green
The shoes I’m glued in walk with the night
The blues I’m clued in have turned on a dime
We’re rounding a corner
We still have the light
I used to be a mourner
That part of me has died
It’s always been raining down on our luck
But our hearts are too metal to turn into rust
We’ll do what we have to
We’ll do what we trust
I bought an umbrella
And I don’t give a
You’re the chip on my shoulder
I’ll carry you around til I’m over
I’d start a war for you until I’m no more
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Harmonica Teeth
04:10
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Harmonica teeth
Good hair week
Back on my feet
Missing your knees
The voices are bad company
The devil’s been serenading me
And he says to kill myself so happily
I will myself to laugh and be and I won’t leave
Throwing the paint
At the walls of a cage
Stealing away
To call you and say
I’m dying to be less of a grave
You make me believe in everything
The night’s still ours to have and be
Meet me out for coffee
I won’t leave
Skeleton keys
Fuckin with me
I’ll let ‘em be
Your luck is with me
Your love is with me
Your love lives with me
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Jeremy White Richmond, Virginia
Artist working out of Richmond, VA. Experimenting with words and sounds.
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