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letra de the stiltwalker - the night game

[spoken word]
they call me the fire-eater. they call me the stilt-walker. they call me the giant, the dwarf, the puppet, and the strings. but i’ve been the ventriloquist standing on the high wire shouting out a sermon to pedestrians below. i’ve been a face-paint, lock-jaw, chinatown, dummy person [?] just begging for applause
(just begging for applause)
i’ve been the popcorn, fried-dough, soda-stained spectator
(wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, waiting for the curtain call)
you brought mе a pillow, and a-and a blanket to lay on. and, d-mn alright let’s go. close my еyes and poof

burning books in the furnace, burning flags in the street. wrapped in the tye-dye clothes of modernism holding lynch mobs for their disease. begging for retroactive retribution, clutching electronic bazookas close in their pockets and palms
(the angel-faced militia is out for blood and the nighthawks fall from the sky)
i’m the preacher seeking refuge in the third-world standing in the ashes where the church once stood. burned from the cigarette fl!ck from the passenger seat of a black car suv

i’m in the blue road, back row tenor in the choir, standing in the synagogue, kneeling in the mosque screaming “bring me to your leader baby, bring me to your god.”
rip me from these r.e.m. sleep, blood-stained bedsheets. take me to the hospital to tranquilize and behave
(i’m your bathtub pharmacist, still-birth vampire)
i’m your [?] jester juggling in the marketplace. clap for the clown, children. feed me to the dogs. i’m a free-range, free world, free love, free bird shackled by the culture like a prisoner of war

- the night game

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