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White English - WHY? |
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Tongue gone dumb |
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From disuse at some |
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Numb young sea-scum's post |
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Bottle after bottle after bottle out sink |
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Cold filled to the cork with uncrackable code |
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So good through the years the knots went |
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That it's alphabet was even forgotten |
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Me I'm head vessel for a fleet of tears |
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Out on my old man's bones parole |
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Under sail only for a hole to hell to fill |
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With handfuls and handfuls of loose-earned dust |
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Or plug up level really with anything other than us |
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And then to toss a dusty rug over |
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Lost in translation lost |
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To a kingdom of light I wish tonight to fall witness |
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But victim to a spite that might incite sickness |
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I sit in and pretend and through it write hymns |
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Tight-lipped in white English as my one and trite business |
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Light as a nice fat rice sack boiled in water |
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Out farther than the house of my father |
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Waiting in the sitting room of yet another doctor |
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I taste what little bitter roots this winter has to offer and |
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Without a son or daughter to shoulder the debt |
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Alone with the past and prone to regret |
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Dream my death by a knife on a path in Burnett |
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But under the bedspread I'm younger than dead yet |
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Lost in translation lost |
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Even an opal heart hopes all night |
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In the bright biting strobe lights |
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And bitter cold as the living set up |
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To a long white joke told through sun up |
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'Til the bones and bodies spun around them fold |
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Hopes all night through the old lone fight |
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And the bright vast cold but there's no punch-line |
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By this told whack joke for all one's life is surrounded |
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'Til the black hole and bodies spun around it fold |
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Lost in translation lost |
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Lost in translation |
