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lyrics
I often dream that all the world is a little New England town
The doors are unlocked and the shades are never pulled down
Where I was selling popcorn at the county fair
Blinked two or three times but you never saw me there
Washing and erasing psalms before I’d write them down again
Take faith in this tired gospel
I often dream that all the world is a town where no one knows me
And I’m working in the garden while my wife is reading poetry
Before I’m sucked back into a vortex of steel stained oil black
In a 9 AM rush hour highway panic attack
Everything bad went instantly white
And then everything good went instantly black
When my heart split with the stench and the sound of a freeway crash
Take faith in this tired gospel
One day. One week. One month. One year.
Not enough time to erase my fears.
Take faith in this tired gospel
And so first I was beaten and bruised like a banged up stray washed in first thing in the morning and there you were, hair draped gracefully in front of your eyes like an overcast sky blasted into fragile eggshell white and you said to me:
I’m not in this for your respect
I’d rather lie here dreaming
Then be crippled by your lame regrets
I’d rather lie here sleeping
Embalm the experience
Where’s the video of my band?
Like a fish cast out from a flailing sea
I gasped on land and became me
Embalm the experience
If I dance and sing real real good
Please just let me sing you a lullaby of slow moving rust
Your phony Dérive mania has bitten the dust
This is fucking incredible. Abrasive, all the good bits from early-mid 2000s punk without the self-indulgent whinery. This needs to be in your collection NOW. Carthage