mewithoutYou – August 6Th (Guitar)

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Aug. 6th, carved in desks with old knives:

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“Back when our common cause was alive

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And--let’s say--the hyacinth fields were in bloom

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Children watched as the soldiers marched by

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All the birds fell like frogs from the sky

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Prostrate in the streets every crescent moon

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Lonesome offspring of which still resound

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With the victimless sins of their authors passed down

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And the remnants of loathsome, disjointed worlds

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Along the short path round the lily pad pond

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With off-white deerskin wedding dress on

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German songs, homemade bonnets like old-order, amish girls jilted by squirrels

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In the parks of Sioux Falls haunted by church bells

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Like ghosts of applause and the earth deep down tire-stacked walls like

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New Mexico, peaceful as moth-bitten pincushion dolls making up myths about wounds without cause...”

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And sometimes when it’s quiet my heart feels like Guernica

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[scenes from old air raid] on screens in blue dusk

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Perfumed neighborhoods/graveyards the breath feels like flies in my lungs, voice like ambulance

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Sirens whose light floods the ground

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(“praying mantis spreads arms” said the lines of whose palm?)

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Skyline shifting like clouds became “airplane descends”

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[fade to scenes on the ground] human foreheads all smashed

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Foreign cars upside down, insect mouths open wide

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I stared down a huge insect, bright red-glowing eyes

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[does it feel wrong to say a thought “metastasized”?], legs on both highway sides