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All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire
All the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liar
We're gonna riot on the streets today!
Smash an apple on the face of the state:
Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothes
Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight.
Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum:
The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun:
Feed a fever as the five fevers rage
Feed a fever and paginate your page!
Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coal
Shopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth's full
In spite of the winds and the customs of pimps:
The moon sheds its rise! The moon sheds its rise!
The country child cullllllled an abundance of hay:
And I want his uncle's gold: I want it today!
I said it! I said it! I said it! Four fingered-waif's got to stop!
Twelve ragged fingers pointing out at one!
You stick a rose in the golden sand... You stick a rose in the golden sun...
One writer is short of his daisies...
[from liner notes]
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- Album:
- Something to Hide
- Pickpocket’s Locket
- Pickpocket’s Pocket Alternates and Demos
- Tears Of The Valedictorian
- Golden River
- Future Is Inter-Disciplinary Or Not At All
- The Folded Palm
- Emboldened Navigator (EP)
- The Bloody Hand
- Ego Scriptor
- The Golden River
- Chosen
- Jeffrey Hyman Was a Ramone
- Daytrotter Session
- No Tsuris
- Dead Oceans Spring 2010 Sampler
- Shpilkes