this is all i really need in life i find. so i'm marrying chad van gaalen.
I can hear the cries of the dead
maybe it's your neighbor
beating his dog in the basement.
I can hear the cries of the dead,
muffled by the ground
but still loud enough to make it out.
(maracas !)
monkey-webs of concrete road
disappear in time
weeds and trees that grow from seed
will cover us in time
swallowing all of the buildings
and every single piece of trash
I can hear the cries of the dead
maybe it's your neighbor
playing his trumpet in the basement
I can hear the cries of the dead
muffled by the ground
but still loud enough to make a sound
You went to the mountains, true
and painted what you saw
you came back late and hid the painting
underneath my couch
and I wasn't there when you made it
but i feel like i'm there when i'm lookin at it
Friday, October 31, 2008
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ugh, i wish i could write like him. and if i could be him, then you'd marry me. aha!
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