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In a cavern underground
The two of us could hear the sound
Of rushing air and water overhead
We did our best to stay inside
Fires tried to take our lives
But time passed and we weren’t dead
Green fields gone black and brown
A desolate and lonely town
hacking cough and crying eyes
What happens after the end of the world?
What stories burn and which ones are heard
New names rise from dirt
(I love the way it hurts)
What happens after the end of the world?
Pick up pieces left behind
Undo knots from ties that bind
Forget the promises we made
Bones that last a million years
Hearts like ours that never heal
The pain just keeps us sharp as blades
Black fields with specks of green
All relief’s a distant dream
And salvation can’t arrive
What happens after the end of the world?
What stories burn and which ones get told
We sculpt our bodies out of clay
(Pull me close and stay)
What happens after the end of the world?
What happens after the end of the world?
What stories burn and which ones get told
New names rise from dirt
(I love the way it hurts)
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Hand in hand while the other weaves tight
Hand in hand most every night
Hand in hand like a poem or a song
Like the last few seconds of night before dawn
I miss you, Rosalyn
I miss your delicate touch I miss the sight of your skin
Hand in hand in the union hall
Hand in hand through the market stalls
Hand in hand hidden in folds of skirts
Fabric piled up on the pews in church
I miss you, Rosalyn
I miss your long eyelashes, how you never gave in
I miss you Rosalyn
I miss your delicate touch I miss the sight of your skin
Hand in hand till stitches slowed down
Hand in hand till they called me out
Hand in hand till I was out of work
On that Saturday in March, when you left this earth
I miss you Rosalind
(146 people died in the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire, 123 of them were women. down with bosses, down with capitalism)
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Cost per pill in a payment plan
Counting change, change change
Catholic hymns and catholic pain
Catholic graves graves graves
And I don’t wanna be buried
With the same weight my mother carried
I don’t wanna be buried
With the same weight my mother carried
Reflections always caught my eye
Something strange strange strange
Relax repeat escape routines
From this cage cage cage
And I don’t wanna be buried
With the same weight my father carried
I don’t wanna be buried
With the same weight my father carried
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Sunrise over manicured lawns
I’m not the one who’s in your arms
But I’ll teach you both to dream
Three years since an escape attempt
The broke down truck that heavy scent
Burnt oil on Texas breeze
And the Bible study breaks
Take a look out west and pray
Who named the flowers that grow by the highway
The ones that go heavy in May
Who studied the seeds we tie to our wishes
When we wish to fly away
Your lover looks at me with eyes
That see departure metastasize
She's packing bags and moving on
You hang on every word I say
Like gravity never pulled us away
Your faith was strong
And your older brother’s angry eyes
When he sees me back in town alive
Who named the flowers that grow by the highway
The ones that go heavy in May
Who studied the seeds we tie to our wishes
When we wish to fly away
Loading up my trusty car
Two faces from across the yard
Can we get a ride?
I think it’s time to try
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I pledge allegiance to the vacant shed
And the broke down fence by the border
The way the sun sinks into the sand
How days burn but nights get colder
God bless the tire swing
God save our king
God save all the littler things
I pledge an oath to protect this home
In our hearts and abandoned mines
Our famous sons all come and gone they’re just
Immigrants to highway exit signs
God bless the tire swing
God save our king
God save all the littler things
God save the songs we forgot how to sing
God save all the little things
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Oh how the echo of the foghorn sings
From buried bones of discarded kings
A home for all forgotten things
Crumbling houses and poetry
And on the shore a face I knew
Evokes that ever-present you
Is it spirit, sighs or truth
Or just a part I left back there
And I held a little kindness for her smile
She held a small kindness for my eyes
But it gets so foggy here at night
And all the stars they shed their light
And I toss and turn the shadows creep
As I lie awake out on the beach
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GET RIGHT!!!!!!!!
02:21
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Eyes flick to the clock in the most drab room
My hands on my face look through my fingers at you
You scribble halfway histories of how I ended up here
Stuttering the stories from my tongue to your ear
While I try
To get right
To get well
But I do wrong
Still I'll fight like hell
To get right
To get well
If I do wrong
Still fight like hell
All my friends in the streets on a may afternoon
With all their half-true jokes about not making it till June
We wave signs like they're saviors chant our red songbook hymns
Strain to hear the megaphone then strain to breathe in
This is us trying
To get right
To get well
But I do wrong
Still I'll fight like hell
To get right
To get well
If I do wrong
Still fight like hell
All I've got is everyone
All I've got is everyone around me
So we'll get right
We'll get well
Can't do wrong
When we fight like hell
We'll get right
We'll get well
Can't do wrong
When we fight like hell
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Hot Freaks
02:30
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Cara Esten (and the Rusty Sunsets) Oakland, California
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