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Morning Star

by Sour Babies

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mona lisa, couched unseemly in your coffin, slowly rotting, who would lift you from the burdens of daughters? I've been talking with a wistful little birdie of a girl he knew in winter and by summer forgot her paid for in triplicate, faithless and unintimate sheltered in the catacombs, tender as an atom bomb makes for such a hard line for these protoplastic and photographic eyes after the fallout, you will find us somewhere in between the vagaries and cemeteries fornarina, where've you been to in your journeys to be burning that very bridge you're stranded on, to be buried in water? I'll be watching from the window, softly curtained, til our fortune be delivered on the backs of our fathers paid for in triplicate, faithless and unintimate sheltered in the catacombs, tender as an atom bomb makes for such a hard line for these protoplastic and photographic eyes it's not a problem, it is not a problem anymore now that we have found our disease waiting for sunrise dawning in our eyes satan's paintbrush coloring the skies of our demise patiently prodding our paltry hearts paid for in triplicate, faithless and unintimate sheltered in the catacombs, tender as an atom bomb makes for such a hard line for these protoplastic and photographic eyes we are the product of a misconstrued reality now that we have found our disease festering way down in between the vagaries and cemeteries.
2.
a junebug will ceaselessy circle and suffer the streetlamp mistook for the moon by its radiant shimmering light he'll flitter and fly to the end of his days where the shell of his body will rot in decay while we're kickin and screamin our way to the end of the line your hard little mouth only chews on the cud of your fathers while sympathy dribbles out only to soil your shoes so take my advice and swallow it down if you value your life you'll get out of this town there's no room for an arrogant prosyletizer like you sinful, sunny hours did hole our shit away rolling in the alleyways over and over and over tell them we are shadows, we are footprints in the rain wait until the operations over, you'll be sorry yet you tear from your shirts to make flags to be waved against winter while demanding for someone to pay for what never was owed so always be mindful of all that you say and be ever so careful that one of these days you don't find yourself walking the opposite side of the ro-o-o-o-oad we'll crawl in the garden nestled in our sins where the light is cruel to ivy-speckled skin sinful, sunny hours did hole our shit away rolling in the alleyways over and over and over tell them we are shadows, we are footprints in the rain wait until the operations over, you'll be sorry, though hardly yet.
3.
from the mouths of babes to the ear of god we are bound at the breast, in the arms of the flesh in the twilight of certain death in the penny arcade, in the year of aught was a man of his word who would surely be heard through the din of the porters' shouts from a southbound train, flattened into nothing for the morning's poison had killed me over and over again say that it can't mean something crucified in art, with a hot-blooded start in the coals of a burning heart agnes day, the starlight hath cured me over to find nothing more than opera suiciiide hallowed today, and it hides round the stage of a sower's pot
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Parallax 03:49
too small to validate existence too big to fall between the cracks too faint to calculate its distance and journey home by parallax and when the saints come crawling over we like to think that we're the only ones but i can feel the anchor coming up from below all hard and twisted, circumscripted, on and on and on and on and complications vanished right before our eyes in conversation, we're all but high and dryyyyy pogo hammertoe, don't forget your overcoat toss me in the water, let me catch it in the undertow someone's burning up our effigies, sending all the refugees flying to the darkrooms, screamin bout nazis, prophecies and socrates' philosophies and we're left teary-eyed and crying out our sad little hearts.
5.
futilely fighting a foundering, the gondolier is constantly pouring out buckets full of borrowed tears as each one is emptied, another is waiting to drag his old boat to the bottom yesterday marching down national boulevard couldn't help feeling like napoleon blown apart everyone's shouting, but i cannot hear them the space between us is too hollow and now i'm living for nothing, or at least that's what i'll say cause love is a chemical treason and all my friends are pulling for me each and everyday that i'm stuck in this idiot season where everyone's gathered together and waiting for me in the century garden possibly, my heart has already known my vessel is flawed tossin me out into these waters alone to howl at the gods all revolves on the golden wheel

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released May 30, 2011

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