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Shiny Plastic Bags(κλικ)

Tonight we open our doors to the devil to bring on the pain
The sidewalks aren’t safe the trouble remains the beat of our feet against the doorsteps sounds deadly

Tonight we bring down the flags to cover our memory and wrap ourselves in our innocence
We stare out at the street
The dreamcatchers
And all the enemies we shadowbox
Like regret

We’re counting all the windows
That line our city streets
We’re counting all the crackpots
And the dreamcatchers and
We’re writing all the letters
That will never be returned
We’re lighting all the dreamers
Forget how to burn

Tonight
We open our front doors
Tonight
We step out onto
The prison’s dance floor
Tonight
We pull down all the flags
And wrap
Up our innocence
In shiny plastic bags

You spread out your curtsey
Before my drunken eyes
(You curtsey to the man
Who’s)
You pull up on your skateboard and say
(A servant’s paperboy)
Can I give you a hand?
(For the ransom that you called)

That day
Was important
That day I won’t ignore
(State your case)
When you opened up your window
But you shut your front door
(That line the drive
And I shut the doors on strangers)
And I put you in my pocket
And you fell to the street
(In your pocket is some change
Spare a buck or two for truth)
And you say you like the devil
(Everyone who falls claims the devil’s at their side)
We’re the nicest guys you’ll meet
(The same as the victim
I’m the nicest guy you’ll meet)

Tonight
We open our front doors
(Tonight we open our doors to the devil to bring on the pain the sidewalks aren’t safe)

Tonight
(The trouble remains the beat of our feet against the doorsteps sounds deadly)
We step out onto
The prison’s dance floor
(The dance floor’s expectations escaping in the arms of lovers cracking doors into the night)

Tonight
We pull down all the flags
(Tonight we bring down the flags to cover our memory and wrap ourselves in our innocence)
And wrap
Up our innocence
(We stare out at the streets
A dreamcatcher)
In shiny plastic bags

In the spotted heart of the city
Burning neon bright
We play statesmen with hired guns and shoot out all the streetlights
Pushing on
We string tripwire across alleys
Sort the strangers that we catch
Looking for those with tongues like a match
To help us strike back at the night
Pushing on

We search through broken glass scraps
Cut through wastelands looking for microphones, with our lips push their love
Looking to shout out secrets in the streets
Looking to beat back passing seasons by making masterpieces of ourselves

But eventually
Homes become too small for broken ambitions
Eventually everyone wants to go down with a fight
Eventually everyone should just pack that shit up and move in with their mothers but their mothers are dead

And they become reckless
And you can see them in the streets
They’re these warriors under the moonlight
They’ve got these faces
It’s like golden agony
Don’t give me your blood money

I’m looking for the dreamers who can scream so fuckin’ loud

I’m looking for the dreamers who can scream so fuckin’ loud

Like regret

We’re looking
For that
Woman
We’re looking
For you
Man
(The men behind me believe in music to be buried out back beneath the nightclub)
You don’t believe in music
(If you’d rather put it in the hospital you’ve never been bandaged by the right song on the radio at just the right time)
And here’s a hostile land
(Jesus freaks keep the rhythm tight to their chest and scream about the exodus of evil spirits)

We’re looking for your Jesus
We’re looking for your Allah
(Allah will be joining you soon to limit your fate)
We’re looking for the Ghandi version
(Because when you’re the Ghandi version of sick responsibility)
Of the holy
(You’re just one more to losing it on a hand grenade)
Fatwa
(You can see it in their eyes back there before they punch out the lights on a piece of passage in people on the night shift)

We’re looking for Pinocchio
(We’re lifting off towards the stars, give me something to believe in)
At least he stands out in a crowd
(It seems that everything only has its antidote
Everything only has its antidote)
And we’re looking for the dreamers who can sing this fucking loud

Tonight
We open our front doors
(Tonight we open our doors to the devil to bring on the pain)

Tonight
(The sidewalks aren’t safe the trouble remains the beat of our feet against the doorsteps sounds deadly)
We step out onto
The prison’s dance floor
(The dance floor’s expectations
Escaping in the arms of lovers cracking doors into the night)

Tonight
We pull down all the flags
(Tonight we bring down the flags to cover our memory and wrap ourselves in our innocence)
And wrap
Up our innocence
In shiny plastic bags

– The Fugitives –

~ από paperflowers στο 8 Δεκεμβρίου, 2008.

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