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• Artiste: Joe Hertler
• Titre: backyards
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i was born in my backyard, where the detroit towers melt into the ground and from their ash, sprout hills and trees, which shade suburbia keeping her hands clean here tonight to keep us stable, is the virgin mary drinking boxed wine across the dinner table in orion the tree's grow old with the past they whisper, those were good kids to bad the marriage didn't last don't ever look behind, you may see your past. and if I ever hit the finish line, maybe i'll understand one year we changed, amidst autumn's leaves and the good wind carried us back to sea out on the waves, the salt wore off our skin which released the the first grader, who's ready to swim in the cheap seats of a parking lot filled with doves i remember this place where i kissed the girl who i first loved i was born in my backyard, under the shade of a tree i was born in my backyard, and i'm still dreaming a foundation is something that we all desire but suburbia's walls are no more than fuel for fires i've given angels so many hours to water backyard flowers where is the home, that i know that has yet to be found and when it snows will i go, or will i still stick around can i come back to orion and find again a childhood can i come back to your rolling hills and veer off the path of paint creek trail can i come back without solitude and hide once again in your deepest wood cause your voice is not one that i want to lose and if love finds me i will not refuse your a son of a bitch, dear orion your a son of a bitch, dear orion