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letra de coal - storefront church

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rudderlessness in west-divide’s
capsized boat
the sail pulls us all in
what carried us once now drags us down

happily useless
i sleep among the trees
one quarter on each eye
i’ll be carried up by the bees

coal is an old white man
with a broken goose-neck
pushing b-lls of blood and sh-t
up the hill to roll them back down

last car on the pyre now
three rungs and we’ll be there
to crawl across the thoroughfare
to pirouette through sedan-air

i am a little man
with b-tterfly wings
i am a carousel
catch the golden ring

the botticelli angel
leapt into the volcano
now everything around her
searches and flounders
in front of the concentration camps
we’ve got drive-in movies
displays of american heroism
rigid brawn is death’s best friend

st. francis descends with wings of picket fence
prosthetics down his whole left side
he says there’s nothing to be angry about
you are the channel change it now

celluloid hands ran
the ropes back to dry land
they heaved until the city would stand
i watched as they made the stars of bone

there’s nothing to be angry about
wealth suspends me in midair
i stack up all the loathsome cars
and turn them into rungs to god

i am a little man
with b-tterfly wings
i am a carousel
catch the golden

history’s underwater
remember it how you want it
my credit here is spotless
for all pernicious nonsense
tortured by the same dream
the money in the rind
they handed you an ice cream
you fortified the line

you were never ordered
had nothing here to lose
an infant with the last word
delivered with a noose

you can’t get any older
your children’s bl–dy shoulders
you half-dead f-cks will just
keep rolling up the boulder
keep rolling up the boulder
keep rolling up the boulder

- storefront church

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