20.33, blurry tender night, killer play(list)

Lyrics for tune title, below


I shake through the wreckage blood for signs of life
Scrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs

I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitals
The wisest of the animals

Who are you? What are you living for?
This life is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me

Who are you? What are you fighting for?
Holy truth? Brother, I choose this mortal life

Oh, this life is lived in perfect symmetry harmony
What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle slips into the run out groove
Love, maybe you’ll feel it too

And maybe you’ll find life is unkind and over so soon
There is no golden gate, there’s no heaven waiting for you

Oh boy, you ought to leave this town
Get out while you can the meter’s running down
The voices in the streets you love
Everything is better when you hear that sound
As the needle slips into the run out groove
Maybe you’ll feel it too, maybe you’ll feel it too “A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Maybe you’ll feel it too, maybe you’ll feel it tooCould blow this soul right through the roof of the night”

(Spineless dreamers hide in churches)
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses noises
I dream in emails, worn out phrases
just empty pages half a page of scribbled lines

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