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Empty Engine Skies
04:52
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we’re modern folks with modern guns
counting down to when the black of night will take back the sun
we’re slow trains on the longest line
waiting for Earth to spit up some coal into our empty engine skies
we’re despondent and disparaging
collapsing on ourselves at every note we struggle to sing
we’re southern lords in a northern sewer
bred by dogs, beaten by men, inherent losers
love the way you need to
don’t explain yourself to strangers
laugh when you’re lonely
you’ll always be lonely so just love
we’re peppered ants crawling across a wooden stove
focused on the work at hand and not the road
we’re problem solvers in a broken world
frustrated that everything put together falls apart and unfurls
we’re serious wanks at a comedy club
suspending disbelief when we exit and toss the ticket stub
we’re wooden crosses on our backs
hoping the pain and wear will free us from ourselves
love the way you need to
don’t explain yourself to strangers
laugh when you’re lonely
you’ll always be lonely so just love
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Everyone's Happy
03:52
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Everyone’s happy, everyone good.
children in their beds. god’s in the woods.
waiting for prayers like a good god should.
He’s so goddamn really really good.
pipers in the chimney. mayor’s in motel six
whispering sweet love to budget in risk.
hope he finds a way to spend our money with us in mind.
Mom’s now clean and I love her to death.
I look her in the eyes and I feel respect.
as you get older, you learn the hate you give
is the hate you get.
exes in past have been aquantences in the present.
nice to know we can all be pleasant.
and live in misery, separately.
equally doomed to march on to heaven.
heaven holds us all, hostages of our wants.
young gods looking to the mount, past all it’s faults
we’ll all be there someday
paris by the u.s. postal, I’ll send myself.
dreams in the water, too bad there’s a drought
lets drive all our cars to the lake by the plant
or maybe just lay by the sewer
and enjoy the product of our consumption
heaven’s in the details. I’ll fall asleep
reading is for believers, but I can’t see
a single word or line that applies to freaks
so lets just not read
Everyone’s happy, everyone good.
children in their beds. god’s in the woods.
waiting for prayers like a good god should.
He’s so goddamn really really good.
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TS/AL collective Alabama
We're a collective that releases stuff from mostly alabama artists.
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