Knee at the bottom of the wheel
as a guide this thing was made to
be grabbed and thrown over the side
feet on the dashboard on the way
home clipping your nails like a metronome
Raised glass to cheeles and unfamiliar hands
Pretending every place is a house
and we are all blinking
as long as the point of tears is yours
the last laugh
this is an imprecise surgeor now
Taking part without putting back together at all
far from the middle
we listen to the sounds they make
the sounds they make the sounds they make the sounds
Crutches and canvas searching for windows and bread and
pretending every place is a house

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    General CommentWhoa! Brilliant. What does it mean? Hmmm. Abstract! GREAT BAND. Wind in the eyes, maybe?
    "Crutches and canvas" - Dali? Kick ass anyway!
    pathayesdon June 08, 2007   Link
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    General CommentWHOA is right.
    hah loove it crazy and seemingly ADD, but it totally works and comes out as deliciousness.
    princessKATIEon October 27, 2007   Link
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    General Commenti came
    decemberstarson December 02, 2007   Link
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    General Commenta different collective consiousness where all humans look at the paintings upside-down right side up down side down and all around. and forgetting where we are on big rocks spinning at 900 miles an hour. but the sun is just an illusion for we are the ants that move from cube to window. and all the animals are covered in titanium water tid-bits. oh my goodness.

    a really good song, first discovered around 2 or 3 years ago or something. constantly good, if Napoleon Dynamite started a math-pop-folk-salsa-band.

    We did defecate.
    How didn't ten squid sue?
    Emily wasn't chlorotic.
    Then we do jargle...

    I keck!
    You did lift.
    Why didn't ambulator and the stumper's incapacitys long another tringoid eddish and shardy niggardness lather?
    Provided i do clutch...
    The more pons's statehood-stythes chaff, the more they bield six prenotion-ninnies and pons.
    I rejolt creasy niggardness-dearlings and my pathologic push-kholsuns?
    pandavibrationson November 05, 2010   Link

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