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• Artiste: Hanalei
• Titre: Chamomile
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In a fever-fit of deadweight exhaustion the sun lays down behind Patterson St the time card punch sings the end of the day the smoke stacks keep puffin' - they don't take breaks young girls worry in bathroom mirrors get dolled up for high hopes that lead to bad mistakes young boys play grown-up talkin' shit in the parking lot pretending to be so much tougher than they are From the first story windowsill the old drunk looks out toward the sporting field it's about this time on almost every evening he says, "I almost made it." the buildings, they are so tired of the lives inside eternal tenants of sedated dreams communicate this to the radiator hiss the creak in the floorboards and bad pipes Oh, it's amazing how fast your life can pass at a slow pace oh, it's incredible how the scenery falters but the faces stay the same Inside of downtown in the arms of a lukewarm night shoes clickin' to the neon flickerin' down the blocks that he hated to love passed the drug store where he was caught stealing his mother cried for two hours straight passed the diner and the tip top club where cops and slaves shoot their pool and self-medicate Passed those gas stations with lottery tickets that move like drugs passed the churches where philanthropy is spoiled by translation in detail Memories came in that foggy flood as goose bumps jumped on his skin the bus stations and a phone number far away he sighed, there is no going back oh, in the big scheme, none of this will mean much at all so I'm gonna do it all if I can be there oh it's all so beautiful it's unbearable oh it's unbearable that it is beautiful