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Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade-
A great excuse for celebration of the mess they've made.
But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximityâs worth,
âcause we're already here, in the same place when our phones don't work.
So then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at all,
and Iâm getting ready for when everything is wonderful
for just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in blood,
in a meadow, uncut and understood.
We can be an island apart from a ceaseless war on our heart,
Harbored in a fortress insurmountable,
Taller than affliction, safe wherever we are.
Erasing horror and disgust,
Rewinding the sorrow and the rust.
Before our sufferingâs suffering, hadnât we suffered enough?
On the morning that we're both 19 and newly on our own,
and all we know is âeach otherâ and invisible homes,
we find two empty seats in the back of a car in an empty parking lot,
where all our bridges are abandoned and the cops have forgot.
And I can feel the difference when the day begins,
like all I know is, This
year
will
be
the
year
we
win.
We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades
and start again, before the memory of the mess we've made.
- Álbum:
- In London
- Familiars
- Undersea (EP)
- Burst Apart
- Hospice
- In The Attic Of The Universe
- Cold War (EP)
- Uprooted
- Director (Dave Harrington Remix)
- Compilation
- Hospice (Bonus Track Version)
- Sylvia (Live at the Orchard NYC)
- Other Voices: Series 8, Vol. 2 (Live)
- Burst Apart: Live at SXSW 2011
- 2012-07-30: Glasslands Gallery, Brooklyn, NY, USA
- duyster.4
- Burst Apart (Deluxe Version)
- Undersea
- Paste mPlayer #54
- ANTI- Master Quality Collection Vol.01