Planes Mistaken for Stars
crooked mile
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We beat west (it beats us back) from that bitter broken bitch, she pulled us back to nurse on her silted tit, and pull us down to her rusted womb, to be unsung cogs fell to unmourned/unmarked tombs.
We beat west for bluer skies and sweeter lies, we fell past the pale and back through the pulp and the pink.
We made our beds and now, like rust, we shall never sleep.
So let us drink to the dreams, and the dreamers long dead and gone between us, line up a shot for every fight we've fought and lost, and let us pray that it's slow, we tip to the measuring line, to be fit for a box of pine.
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- Records for the Working Class, Volume 2
- Emo Is Awesome, Emo Is Evil
- Sound Spirit Fury Fire: Sampler No. 3
- Deep Elm 4: Hearts Bleed Blue
- Planes Mistaken for Stars
- Knife in the Marathon
- Too Young to Die
- The Attention Deficit Disorder Issue #11 Sampler
- Fuck With Fire
- Symbiotic Disharmony, Volume 1
- Up In Them Guts
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 64
- The Shape of Flakes to Come!
- Dim Mak CD Sampler: Smash Hits and Licks
- AMP Sampler, Volume 9
- Black on Black: A Tribute to Black Flag
- Metal Hammer: September 2004 (Razor, Volume 7)
- Race Car Riot
- Contaminated 7.0
- Mercy